Many Qing Kingdom scholars rose as well and followed Feng Mo outside. In the end, a sizable contingent of Qing Kingdom scholars left, making an imposing show.
Of the Qing Kingdom people who remained, some wore helpless expressions, some smiled as though watching a good show, and others remained expressionless, their intentions impossible to discern.
As he approached the main gate, Feng Mo was about to speak when a warning suddenly stirred in his heart. He felt as though an invisible sword rested against his throat. If he dared say another word, he would surely be slain on the spot.
Cold sweat streamed down Feng Mo's back. Until he stepped out of the Heaven-and-Earth Shell, he did not utter another word.
After leaving the Heaven-and-Earth Shell and the Literary Academy, that sensation vanished. A flash of anger crossed Feng Mo's eyes. Li Wenying's killing intent had actually frightened him into silence, preventing him from reciting even the poem he had prepared long ago.
Feng Mo glanced back at the Xiang Prefectural Academy, drew a deep breath, and unleashed Tongue Blossoms Thunder.
"In days gone by, our race faced no foreign foe; Qing had no choice but to take Xiang's land. Today, demon barbarians mass beyond our gates; some boil their own kin, while others weep!"
Feng Mo's voice spread throughout Yueyang City and the Literary Academy.
Some Qing Kingdom people immediately offered praise.
"An excellent poem!"
"Indeed! It draws on the allusion in Cao Zhi's Seven-Step Poem to condemn those who fight among themselves. It certainly deserves to be called a fine poem."
"Well said! Back then, Qing Kingdom took over Xiang Prefecture only because Jing Kingdom governed it so poorly, and that was during peacetime. Yet now Jing Kingdom has chosen to stir up internal strife on the eve