Ni Xian was only fifteen or sixteen. For the past two years, he had heard tales of Fang Yun almost every day. In his heart, Fang Yun had long ceased to be a youth of similar age; he was an unparalleled genius, formidable in both learning and Literary Battle, with a great chance of becoming a Half-Sage in the future—a dragon and phoenix among men.
Now, this dragon among men stood before him, his tone clearly hostile. Ni Xian's legs went weak, and he dropped to his knees. "This student has been wronged! I have been wronged! Though this student was at fault for fighting, one hand cannot clap alone. If he had not repeatedly provoked us, how could I have struck so heavily? My lord, I have been wronged! This student admits to having a personal grudge against Tian Lu, but it was absolutely not as shameless as he described!"
The Tian father and son trembled with rage. This was the same story as before, nothing more than an attempt to turn bullying into an ordinary fight.
Fang Yun nodded and stared at Ni Xian. Empowered by Literary Qi and Literary Guts, his gaze was exceptionally bright, like the moon in the night sky. Then he slowly said, "Ni Xian, you must understand that if there is even half a sentence of falsehood in this court, your crime will be increased by one degree! Once this official confirms that any part of your words is untrue, you will certainly be severely punished!"
Ni Xian's eyes flickered, and he instinctively looked toward his father, Ni Kuo.
Ni Kuo stepped forward. "My lord, may I speak?"
Fang Yun said, "Yes. You are the defendant's father, and the defendant is young. If he does not know how to answer, you may answer