Li Ang stood up amidst the many gazes, his tone calm and indifferent.
Bian Chenpei narrowed his eyes, his thoughts spinning rapidly.
Taihao Mountain, the Jing Country, the Yu Country, Chang'an—Li Ang's reputation preceded him everywhere along the way.
The people of Yu Country might not know how many sons and daughters Emperor Yu had, or the number of generals and prime ministers in their nation, but they could certainly recite the name and deeds of Li Ang from the Academic Palace.
When speaking of this Mr. Li, a proud expression would invariably surface on their faces.
It was as if their current lives had been transformed by the Academic Palace and Li Ang. How preposterous!
Everything in the Human World was a gift from Haotian. Birth, aging, sickness, death, fortune, and misfortune—Haotian arranged them all from the shadows.
These people of Yu Country, ungrateful for Haotian's blessings, were instead thankful to the likes of the Academic Palace and Li Ang.
