Then Gao Mo spread his hands. Clear light spilled out, divine radiance rose, and a translucent scroll of bamboo slips appeared.
The bamboo slips were yellowed and dry, bearing black characters. They looked exceedingly old, yet radiated a vast aura.
The power of the Book of Lord Shang's projection enveloped the entire assembly venue.
Suddenly, a Metropolitan Graduate let out a piercing scream, then desperately ran for the exit.
In an instant, a set of blood-red shackles descended from the sky and fell upon him, pinning him firmly in place. Members of the Hall of Punishment then went over and took him away under guard.
The members of the Legalist School watched him as though watching a play, their faces expressionless.
The scholars of the other schools, however, were left shaken.
Everyone knew that he must have been a spy for the Demon Realm, and was on the verge of becoming a member of the Rebel Species.
Even something as powerful as the Temple of Sages, without anyone presiding over it, could only determine whether someone had fully become a member of the Rebel Species. It could not tell whether someone had betrayed the human race and colluded with the demon barbarians.
But the classics of the Legalist Sacred Way could discern the finest autumn hair. No one could deceive them.
Gao Mo released his hands, and the projection of the Book of Lord Shang flew high into the air and hovered there, emitting a faint, clear light. Its aura was no longer so vast, but had become gentle and reassuring.
With the book of the Sacred Way belonging to Shang Yang, the Legalist Half-Sage, present, no further mishaps would occur at this literary assembly.
Gao Mo surveyed the millions before him and said, "As you all know, this Sacred