The full moon had drifted westward, and the night had deepened. It should have been the perfect time for sound sleep, yet beneath Yueyang Tower, not a soul slept. Instead, everyone was unusually excited.
Even the children who normally loved their sleep sat astride their fathers' necks with eyes wide open, watching the scene.
Every member of the Lei Family withdrew.
What drew the most attention was that the Great Scholar Lei Tingzhen did not walk to the Lei Family's large ship. Instead, he sat in a chair, carried along by members of his family.
Lei Tingzhen's head tilted slightly to one side, and his right hand kept trembling.
Lei Tingzhen was not the only one unable to walk. Several Lei Family disciples whose literary guts had cracked or shattered were also carried away.
The rest of the Lei Family hung their heads in dejection. Dressed in mourning clothes, they looked like a procession of dead people.
"The Lei Family's scourges are leaving!"
The people of the Jing Kingdom cheered, especially those from Xiang Prefecture, who wished these people would hurry up and get the hell out of their territory.
"Think how aggressively they swaggered in here. And now? They're slinking away with their tails between their legs!"
"A Great Scholar really is a Great Scholar. Even after all this, his literary guts merely shook. At worst, it affected his body, without cracking his literary guts or Literary Palace. Impressive, impressive. I'm truly in awe!"
"What did the Lei Family come here for? To hold up Lei Zhongmo's portrait and confess their crimes? Their attitude toward confessing left something to be desired, but the outcome was good. Worth praising."
"Think back to when Lei Zhongmo first died. The Lei Family practically became the most righteous lineage on the entire Saint