Many people looked toward the speaker and saw that the group of scholars from Wu Kingdom was acting particularly strangely. Some tilted their heads up to gaze at the clouds, some looked down at their shoes, and others glanced around, as though trying to distance themselves from the man who had spoken.
Only the few people around him murmured words of persuasion. He paid them no heed and said, "I spend all day sitting up there listening to you drone on and on. Now that I've finally come out for a breath of fresh air, I can't even curse at something that offends my eyes? It's only right and proper for people of Wu Kingdom to curse people of Qing Kingdom! You there, Ge Yiming, what are you staring at? Come on, come over here and take a good look."
Although portraits of the Wu Lord were not often seen, they were hardly rare. Ge Yiming recognized the troublesome monarch at a glance. Qing Kingdom and Wu Kingdom had a generations-old feud, and even if the other party was a ruler, scholars of Qing Kingdom would not let themselves be insulted without protest. Ordinarily, he would certainly have fired back with a few words. But he was already opposing Fang Yun and had a major undertaking ahead of him. A clash with the Wu Lord now would inevitably sprout unwanted branches along the way.
Ge Yiming glanced at the Wu Lord, then immediately turned away and continued forward with his companions. When those beside him asked who the man was, Ge Yiming answered truthfully. Not one of them dared stand up for him.
A monarch was not frightening in himself. After all, the Sacred Academy restrained him from above, while his ministers checked him from below. The human race had