Top of the Sacrificial Moon Mountain.
After Meng Zhengjun lightly flicked his sleeves and walked away with a huff.
Zhao Rong, with Gu Yiwu and other Justice Hall students, Xue Chan and eight Crescent Maidens of Li, along with officials from the Ministry of Rites and Ministry of Works, came to this cliff's edge.
The young Confucian scholar glanced at the back of that Meng Xuezhen.
He really wasn't looking for trouble, or fearlessly stroking her tiger whiskers; he truly had something to say.
However.
In Meng Zhengjun's mind, he should already be the next great bane of Mochi Academy after Fan Yushu.
As for his image, well, it seemed he's known to enjoy a free meal, and now there's even an additional frivolous and disrespectful trait, which doesn't seem to matter much.
At this moment, Zhao Rong shook his head and first glared at Gu Yiwu and others from Justice Hall because they looked at him with ever-growing admiration, as if looking at a spiritual leader resisting oppression...
