Outside the courtyard.
There were more than a hundred scholars and disciples gathered together. These people were the core of the Changtian Academy. The leading scholar was called Qian Siwen. Although he was not the Deputy Dean, he had great prestige in the Academy and was well-known among the scholars in the capital. He was deeply supported by them.
" Get lost!" He glared at Jun Hou. There seemed to be an invisible flame burning behind him. He pointed at Jun Hou angrily.
Dozens of prefectural soldiers blocked the front and surrounded them. They pointed their black sabers at them. Under the sunlight, the cold light flickered, and the murderous aura was threatening. The blade was especially terrifying.
Qian Siwen acted as if he didn't see it. He didn't show any fear. Instead of retreating, he advanced towards the prefecture soldiers arrogantly." Kill me if you have the guts!"
