A Grand Academician shedding tears in public was a deeply embarrassing thing.
But now, the most ashamed were not Yan Yukong, nor those who had wept alongside Yan Yukong.
It was those standing opposite them.
They did not understand Yan Yukong, nor did they understand Fang Yun. Yet many among them had reddened eyes and stinging noses.
At this moment, they forgot their identities, forgot their positions, forgot their interests, forgot everything.
They remembered only Yan Yukong's sincere feelings.
Almost everyone had been moved by Yan Yukong.
A change arose within the massive procession.
Like a river branching into tributaries, some scholars suddenly turned around and left the procession.
At first there were only a few. Then there were dozens. In the end, more than ten thousand people left Kong Weishan's procession.
What infuriated Kong Weishan most was that some scholars even walked to stand behind Yan Yukong.
"I am Yan Yukong's friend."
That was what they said, and what they did.
A gigantic whale, upon seeing a tiny shell before it, had actually become afraid.
The procession finally began to slow.
Kong Weishan suddenly let out a long sigh and said with Tongue Blossoms Thunder, "Brother Yan, over these years, you and I fought shoulder to shoulder. Among those behind you are also my friends, my comrades, even companions who shared life and death with me. Yes, you are protecting your friend. You see that he is alone, that he is pitiful. But from beginning to end, you have not said one thing: is he right? What I mean is, what if—what if your friend has deceived you, or is even a Rebel Species? Would you still stand before him and protect him? When you saw hundreds of thousands of us marching toward Upside-Down Peak Mountain, have you still