Minister Nan had said that the Star Shield Bureau was to come and take the man away before six that afternoon.
So Jiang Wenzhou arrived to take him away at five fifty-nine.
Any earlier, and the Central Plains King might have seized on it as ammunition, and Jiang Wenzhou would have offended him for good: I said before six, and it's only five fifty-eight. What's the rush?! You couldn't even wait two minutes?!
In official circles, this was a major taboo!
Especially when arresting someone whose status was exceptionally sensitive.
Jiang Wenzhou was, of course, a shrewd man.
If he showed up at five fifty-nine and thirty seconds, Minister Nan couldn't blame him: you said before six, and I hadn't disobeyed.
Likewise, the Central Plains King couldn't blame him either: there were only thirty seconds left until six. I'd given you every last bit of time I could!
No matter how you looked at it, neither could blame him.
You immortals could fight all you wanted; none of it had anything to do with me. I'd shown both sides every possible bit of respect!
Unless you were an old hand at navigating official circles, you couldn't have pulled off a maneuver like this-you wouldn't even have thought of it.
That was why so many young people entering official circles took tumble after tumble without even knowing how they'd fallen...
Ahem, getting off track, getting off track!
As the New Student Competition drew to a close, Zuo Xiaoduo gradually discovered that he seemed to be making something of a name for himself at Hidden Dragon High Martial.
The main reason... wasn't that he could fight, that he stood above the entire first year.
It was that he had once proclaimed himself number one in fortune-telling!
During the New Student Competition,