He smiled and waved his folding fan.
Without giving Li Chang'an a chance to speak, his tone suddenly turned cold. "A good dog doesn't block the road. Get lost, and don't make me say it a third time!"
More and more candidates, eager for a spectacle, gathered around.
The Clerks responsible for maintaining order in the examination grounds didn't dare to speak up. Instead, they turned and reported the situation to the chief examiner.
The middle-aged man glanced at the commotion on the examination grounds.
His eyes fell on Li Chang'an and Ma Dongyang at the center of the storm, and he turned his head. "My lord, should I intervene and stop them?"
The young man—a woman in disguise—fixed her bright, phoenix-like eyes on Li Chang'an. She nodded slightly. "Protect those two young men. This generation's Demon Sect's Saint Heir is insane. His hands are stained with the blood of countless lives!"
The middle-aged man was clearly surprised by the young man's response.
