The gray-haired elderly Confucianist then glared at Li Xuan with eyes like smoldering fires and continued to stare at him, "I wonder if Prince Fenyang dares to accept this challenge?"
Despite the defeated expressions on the faces of several grand scholars behind him, they showed no fear whatsoever.
Li Xuan, however, met the old Confucianist's gaze with a cold and distant look, the exchange of their glances sparking a seeming clash.
Duke Yansheng Kong Xuande quietly approached Li Xuan's side and whispered, "Your Highness, I can call the soldiers to come and forcibly drive this old man away."
Li Xuan turned and glared at Kong Xuande, then broke into a dismissive laugh, "What is there to fear? Elder Master Yan, I respect you as an elderly, a grand scholar with deep roots in our Confucianism, and I do not wish to see you throw your life away recklessly. But if you insist on challenging me this way, you are free to do so."
