If it had been a little later, Li Shuqi would have been doomed.
Not just Li Shuqi, everyone in the Academy would likely have perished.
At the time, Mo Wenxuan was too scared to move. He closed his eyes, but as soon as he did, the contents of the Santos Books swirled before him: "Who in history has escaped death? Let's leave our stories in danqing ink."
What was there to fear? The ancient Yue Fei faced dangers without fear, and Su Wu was not scared of the Huns. Could he be afraid of a handful of mountain bandits?
Later, it was the teachings of the Santos Books that defeated Mo Wenxuan's timidity. He opened his eyes again, and in the hazy night, he saw a large alarm bell in the garden which was used to wake up the scholars in the morning for studying.
The bell's sound was so loud and resonating that a few strikes in the morning could jolt everyone awake. It was night now. If Mo Wenxuan rang the bell, everyone would be awakened.
