Fang Yun remained seated, sipping his tea with perfect composure, as though even the sky falling had nothing to do with him.
After a moment of stunned silence, Ji Zhibai's subordinates instinctively looked toward him. Seeing his legs shaking and his face ashen, they immediately realized this might have something to do with him.
The two Horse Barbarian Marquises guarding the door bowed their heads deeply, terrified of offending these powerful figures of the Human Race.
The passing officials had only intended to watch the commotion, but the sight left them all dumbstruck. The Grand Academician in charge of the Eastern Sage Pavilion had come in person!
Grand Academician Yan stared sternly at Ji Zhibai. "Director Ji, you wish to enter this courtroom?"
The gazes of the three Great Scholars fell on Ji Zhibai's face. As though struck by an invisible sledgehammer, he stumbled back half a step, the blood and vital energy in his chest churning. The three Great Scholars had not released any power at all. A mere trace of displeasure was enough to overwhelm a dignified Metropolitan Graduate.
He clenched his teeth desperately, but blood kept seeping from the corners of his mouth.
Ji Zhibai swayed slightly, dizzy and lightheaded. Inside his Literary Palace, rivers churned and seas heaved as it shook incessantly; even his literary guts had ceased to function.
The pressure from the three Great Scholars continued spreading. The two youngest Licentiate attendants behind Ji Zhibai rolled their eyes back and collapsed.
"Please... please forgive... forgive me, my lord. This student did not know you were inside and misunderstood Magistrate Fang."
Ji Zhibai was, after all, his nation's Zhuangyuan. Even scared nearly to death, he still gritted his teeth and answered.
Grand Academician Yan raised his chin slightly and said sharply, "Before the three Half-Sage