"It's you!"
"How could it be you? There must be a mistake. I know this man. He's the Garrison Training Instructor from Wenxi County. I heard he fled the battlefield, a coward who ran from the fight."
Xue Bing immediately stepped forward, pointing at Fang Yue in disbelief.
His eyes were locked on Fang Yue. He couldn't believe it. He had paid a tremendous price just for this chance to leave Shanyang Prefecture.
And now his fate was to be decided by someone he had always looked down on—a lowly servant, a mud-legged peasant!
'This is impossible. Absolutely impossible!'
'It must be fake!'
But then again, 'a Garrison Training Instructor who fled to Shanyang Prefecture in cowardice, a minor Martial Scholar with no future, a mud-legged peasant who would never in his life advance to become a Qi Sensing Martial Master…'
'…with no family background and no real power—how could someone like that possibly become an Inspector for the Observatory?'
