"Good, good, good. What a great show of drinking and painting bamboo to attract righteousness! You slapped Qin Lishi's face! How refreshing! This deserves a drink!"
Zhao Huangting laughed wantonly. Many Confucian scholars looked over. When they heard the old man's unrestrained and direct calling of Prime Minister Qin's name, they were so frightened that they hurriedly retreated.
However, the old man did not care at all and only laughed.
In the distant sky, three figures came together. They were the three Headmasters of the Literary Department.
They followed the righteous qi in the Literary Monument and saw the peerless youth. When they saw the righteous sword qi that surged into the clouds on the youth's body, the three of them came to a realization.
