Outside the study, a large stretch of vegetation had withered into a deathly, ashen gray. Yuchi Jing was terrified, trembling like a quail in the dead of winter. It was not that he was a coward; rather, he was currently being affected by the orthodoxy of Yuchi Pojun, just like the gray, withered plants, which was akin to facing the interrogation of a Rank Two Military Strategist head-on.
Inside the study, Zhou Tieyi remained calm. Although that orthodoxy was covertly influencing him as well, even the divine power of the Supreme Lord of the Sea of Blood had failed to affect his state of mind, so the interrogation by this Rank Two orthodoxy felt like nothing more than a spring breeze brushing against his face.
Yuchi Pojun did not rise in a fit of rage; instead, he felt a sudden sense of his own aging. Sighing, he said, "I told myself—His Majesty hasn't held court for so long, and the Confucianists haven't made a move, yet the moment you appear, they strike. They even attached your name to it, forcing you to stand on their side. So, it turns out they saw the signs that His Majesty intended to employ a cruel official."
Chapter 61