Entering the Halls of Power

The civil and military officials stood in two ranks ahead, some in official robes, others in Literary Rank attire. Their garments did not stir, yet the palace guards' clothes snapped and fluttered in the gale, which blew so fiercely they could barely keep their eyes open.

All the civil and military officials turned to look.

The four sitting prime ministers, the Book of Documents ministers of the Six Ministries, provincial governors from every region, commanders of every army, imperial relatives, and heads of prominent families were all present.

Fang Yun felt as if the air had frozen and his breathing had stopped.

Under ordinary circumstances, even twice as many people would not have affected Fang Yun in the slightest. But this was before a kingdom's imperial palace, and the officials before him were about to attend court; their momentum had been gathering for a long time.

The court was a Land of the Sacred Way, where the Sacred Way was put into practice!

Several hundred gazes meant the scrutiny of several hundred kinds of power.

"Neigh, neigh..."

The horses pulling the carriages fell in droves. Carriage after carriage toppled over, while cries of alarm rose one after another from the Metropolitan Graduates.

Fang Yun's robes suddenly billowed backward. In the next instant, the power of his Literary Guts burst forth, and his clothes settled back down.

Fang Yun cupped his hands toward the officials, then walked toward the bridge leading to the Right Side Gate.

Many officials smiled.

The meaning behind Fang Yun choosing the Right Side Gate was profound.

If Fang Yun had taken the Left Side Gate and joined the civil officials, he would not necessarily have leaned toward the Left Prime Minister. But if he took the Right Side Gate, he certainly would not lean toward the