Yang Yu's words were startling, leaving everyone present wide-eyed and tongue-tied. A young man facing them had the audacity to speak such sharp words, which required an extraordinary amount of courage.
While some admired him, many elders felt they had lost face.
Their own shortcomings had been openly criticized, leading to collective embarrassment.
Abruptly, a burst of flame shot from one elder's index finger. No more words were needed; since Yang Yu had adopted such an aloof and fearless attitude, he had to be taught a harsh lesson, to realize that he was nothing but an ant that could be trampled at will before them, so the interrogation could proceed.
But before the elder could act, a cold draft extinguished the flame on his finger.
A magnetic voice floated from not far off,
"People of your age shouldn't be so impatient. As an elder, making a move at this time won't only look bad in their eyes, but in ours as well."
