Ten Old Masters of the Metropolitan Graduates

No one gave the order, and no one made a move. The imperial palace's main gates rumbled as they slowly opened under an invisible force.

The Monarch's National Voice sounded; the hundred officials convened for court deliberation.

Outside the capital, every Temple of Sages throughout Jing Kingdom projected the same three-dimensional image onto the plazas before them: Heaven-Serving Hall.

The plazas before the Temples of Sages across the kingdom were all larger than Heaven-Serving Hall, easily spacious enough to contain one.

As time passed, the projection of Heaven-Serving Hall gradually solidified until it became identical to the real hall.

Officials from every region stood at the entrance of the projected Heaven-Serving Hall, but did not enter at once.

Within Jing Kingdom's imperial palace, one official after another hurried to the palace gates, tidied themselves slightly, then strode through the main entrance to the doors of Heaven-Serving Hall.

There were an enormous number of low-ranking officials in the capital. Before long, a vast black mass of people had crowded outside Heaven-Serving Hall.

Most of them wore solemn expressions and did not dare speak carelessly, but some had already begun arguing before the court deliberation.

"This is utterly absurd! As a Void Sage, whatever he does is not for me to criticize, but he is also a Metropolitan Graduate of Jing Kingdom, the Nation-Quelling Duke, and a Grand Secretariat Councillor! What time is this? The Demon Barbarians are about to invade southward, Sage Chen has yet to recover from his grave illness, Qing Kingdom is strong while Jing Kingdom is weak! They are merely some Book Repositories. If they are lost, then they are lost. Why drag all of Jing Kingdom into the abyss?"

Ou Mo, Vice Minister of Personnel, spoke with righteous severity, utterly furious.

"Vice Minister Ou, do not forget