"Back to the supervision building, everyone!"
Sacrificial Officer Chen Danqiu's voice, ice-cold to its core, echoed across the plaza.
Yang Yu murmured softly, "What's going on..."
"I don't know. Let's go to the supervision building."
Li Ang shook his head, withdrew his gaze from the western gate, and turned to walk toward the supervision building.
Inside the great hall, students gathered in small groups, quietly discussing the incident that had just unfolded.
The Hu Ren youth spoke softly, "The Sacrificial Officer always remains unflappable, even if Mount Tai were to collapse before him. For him to be this angry, I fear the situation is quite grave."
"That person who fell from the carriage," Pei Jing took a deep breath and said gravely, "His surname is Cui, name Jiu."
"Cui Jiu?" Dou Chi, whose father was the Honglu Temple Deputy Minister, furrowed his brows. "A High-level Cloud Patrol Realm cultivator, and a former Academic Palace Patrol from the Qinghe Cui Family?"
