Snowflakes were swirling, the world was frozen in bitter cold.
A group of men knelt on the snowy ground; the biting chill was secondary—what truly pressed upon them was a sense of being crushed and humiliated. Every one of them, looking at Gu Zhan, who sat with his legs crossed on the chair, felt an overwhelming humiliation.
Yet, what filled their hearts even more was fear,
Especially those two Hundred Households,
Before coming, they'd intended merely to go through the motions. They hadn't taken Gu Zhan seriously at all, just seeing him as an idealistic youth yet to taste the brutality of the Martial World,
They'd already decided to muddle things along with surface compliance and passive resistance,
After some time, that young superior would naturally have his edges worn away.
