The Qing Kingdom scholars, led by the Qing Lord, felt as though wax had lodged in their throats, greasy and uncomfortable. Being called dogs by a rabbit had been bad enough, but now people throughout the human race were joining in.
Gu Nanhui's face turned ashen. Even a Grand Academician could not save face when hundreds of thousands of people were cursing and mocking him together.
Gu Nanhui looked toward the Qing Lord, his face full of helplessness, as though saying he had already done his best and could hardly keep inviting more abuse.
The Qing Lord was about to speak, but immediately shut his mouth. If he really did speak, others might not dare say "Qing Dog Barks at Snow," but there was no telling what that rabbit would do.
The Qing Lord had no choice but to turn toward the Gu Kingdom scholars.
Some of the Gu Kingdom attendees raised their heads to admire the moon, while others lowered theirs to eat fruit. That earlier scene had been far too frightening: the entire Qing Kingdom had been cursed, yet had no way to argue back. They might have stepped forward at another time, but if they opposed Fang Yun now, who knew what he would call them?
The first- and second-tier seating sections were utterly silent. No one dared stand up for the Qing Lord.
The Wu Lord chuckled. "Void Sage Fang, you may continue telling your little stories." With that, he cast a provocative glance at the Qing Kingdom attendees.
Not a single person from the Qing Kingdom spoke. Many were not looking at Fang Yun at all, but staring at Big Rabbit instead.
Big Rabbit lay lazily on the ground, exposing a round little belly, and squinted at the Qing Kingdom attendees, seemingly ready to jump