Zhang Poyue obediently went to Bell Garden to request an audience with Fang Yun.
Fang Yun would not even open the door!
Zhang Poyue had not expected Fang Yun to be even more of an unyielding rascal than himself, giving him no face at all.
Zhang Poyue stood outside the door for half an hour. In the end, he withdrew the foot he had been about to use to kick it down and slunk back to Heaven-Serving Hall in the imperial palace.
"Your Majesty the Dowager, you saw it too. It is not that I was unwilling to go; Fang Yun simply would not let me in. I could hardly smash down his door, could I? I cannot withstand that True Dragon Ancient Sword of his. You should ask someone more capable."
Then Zhang Poyue looked at Sheng Boyuan and said, "Minister Sheng, at your age, why is your temper still so fierce? If it were me, since I found Fang Yun displeasing, I would simply cling to Heaven-Serving Hall. I might not be able to do anything to him, but at least I could disgust him. If you truly resign, would that not be tantamount to announcing to the world that you, Sheng Boyuan, cannot contend with Fang Yun and are as afraid as that old turtle bastard Liu Shan?"
Sheng Boyuan gave a cold laugh. "People in Yuan County have been spreading word these past few days that Liu the Traitor has put his azure robe embroidered with clouds back on. His old followers are gathering in Falling Waterfall Valley. Once the Sacred Way Suppression descends, they will dance like a host of demons and monsters."
"They are not afraid of punishment from the Miscellaneous School Sacred Way?" Zhang Poyue asked.
"What kind of person Liu Shan is,