Chapter 1514: The War Son Emerges from Seclusion (Part 2)

"The War Son is about to emerge from seclusion. How to report this matter, have you all thought it through?"

An old man broke the surrounding silence.

"Just report it truthfully. What's there to agonize over?"

A middle-aged man in armor waved his hand, his tone carrying a hint of iron blood.

"Report truthfully? Don't you know the War Son's temperament? Back when he passed the assessment, severely injured, barely holding back unconsciousness, his first War Son decree was that all war masters must treat his teacher with respect and courtesy, not overstep... Now that such a big commotion has happened, if we tell him truthfully, given his level of respect for that person, do you think he'll let it go easily?"

The old man frowned: "Once he kicks up a fuss, I fear the world will be in chaos!"

"The Holy Son Hall belongs to the Master Teacher Hall; nothing will happen. Isn't it just the Zhang family and the Icefield Palace? Can they represent the world? Besides, does the War Master Hall's War Son need to explain his actions to them? These people are nothing but parasites living in comfort! If not for us in the War Master Hall fighting bloody battles, could they enjoy today's prosperity? Enjoy such peace?"

The armored middle-aged man snorted coldly.

"Elder Meng is right. The War Master Hall doesn't need to waste words; strength determines rank. Back then, the Soul Wizard Guild, with countless soulless golden men and numerous experts, wasn't it easily destroyed? The Master Teacher Hall is too accommodating, giving them too much face, that's why they have the audacity to question the master teacher's responsibilities... If it were me, whatever order I give is the order; if they dare disobey, wipe them out!"

Another middle-aged man waved his hand grandly.

"A master teacher is a teacher, not a bandit, let alone a rogue. The reason the Master Teacher Hall has stood for ten thousand years is by winning people with virtue, not force! If we do that, how can we still command trust?"

The old man shook his head.

"Trust? Do you think there's still a need to make them trust? People today, living in comfort, have long lost their sense of crisis, lost the iron blood in their veins, forgotten the history when, under the rule of the alien spirits, humans were worse than dogs. Now, they only fixate on master teachers, looking for flaws in their conduct, magnifying trivial matters, eager to blow them out of proportion. If the Master Teacher Hall's handling doesn't suit them, they'll slap on the label of 'teachers shielding teachers' and spread it across the world..."

Another middle-aged man nearby sneered: "This matter with Master Zhang is exactly that. The incident itself wasn't big, but because it involved a master teacher, if not dealt with, countless people would question it, spreading rumors about teacher conduct and ethics... But if we do punish him, can it be justified given the master teacher's contributions to humanity? Not to mention other things, this Master Zhang single-handedly wiped out a branch of an alien spirit royal clan—that alone deserves admiration!"

The common people are ignorant; they don't care how many contributions you've made or how much effort you've put in; they only focus on the mistakes you've made and magnify them endlessly.

Take this Master Zhang for example. According to the information they received, although he caused a big stir in the three major powers, he only destroyed some buildings and formations, injured some people, and so far no one has died.

But... once the news spread, it was different. Everyone felt that an eight-star master teacher, relying on his ability, acted recklessly and wantonly destroyed things.

If the Master Teacher Hall doesn't impose severe punishment, it will lose the people's hearts and its credibility will become negligible.

"I know all this too, but now the Master Teacher Hall's verdict has been handed down. How to decide is the Master Teacher Hall's business, not ours. We only need to consider how to report this to the War Son!"

Interrupting the other's words, the old man said.

He knew this too, but what could he do?

The Master Teacher Hall was created by Master Confucius to protect humanity; even if not understood, they had to do it, and couldn't stand by and watch living beings suffer.

This was responsibility and duty, inescapable.

Everyone fell silent.

The War Son's feelings for his teacher were well known to them during this time; once he heard that his teacher was being wanted by the entire Master Teacher Hall, he would surely explode.

What kind of commotion that would cause, no one could predict.

The War Master Hall had finally produced a true War Son, and they didn't want any mishap.

"Elder Cheng, have you come up with any solution?"

A middle-aged man couldn't help but look at the old man who had spoken.

Everyone turned to look at him.

"I have no solution either. My current thought is that we must tell him, because the news is everywhere; it can't be hidden. Rather than deliberately concealing it, it's better to report it in advance!"

The old man, Elder Cheng, said slowly.

The master teacher arrest warrant was spread across the world. Although he was in seclusion and unaware, as long as he inquired a little, he would know. Rather than having the War Son find out on his own and blame them, it was better to inform him in advance, at least keeping the initiative in their hands and not being so passive.

Everyone understood this and nodded in unison.

If not for knowing this, they wouldn't all be somewhat troubled.

"When we tell him, we can focus on the conflicts and offenses Master Zhang caused; as for the punishment and arrest, we can gloss over it lightly. Presumably, the War Son can judge the gravity and not act rashly!"

After a pause, Elder Cheng said.

Not telling was not an option; they had to find another way.

"Alright!"

Everyone responded.

Just as they finished discussing and before they could go into details, they heard the door creak open slowly, and a young man holding a spear walked out slowly.

Though young, he gave off a feeling of sharpness piercing the sky. True energy within his body swirled and boiled, as if it might explode at any moment, making him hard to resist.

"Greetings, War Son, on your emergence from seclusion!"

Everyone clasped their fists.

"Mm."

Waving his hand, the young man stopped. Though he made no move, he exuded an aura that made people afraid to speak loudly.

"So many elders coming at once—what happened?"

Looking around, the young man raised an eyebrow.

"Reporting to the War Son, it's like this: regarding Master Zhang Xuan, whom you asked us to keep an eye on—reports say that last night, he caused a great uproar at the Zhang family, destroying countless buildings and injuring dozens of elders; afterward, he went to the Holy Son Hall, injured Acting Hall Master Zhan Shi and others; then went to the Icefield Palace, destroyed its foundations, and abducted its young palace master..."

Stepping forward, Elder Cheng spoke the words he had prepared.

He only mentioned what Zhang Xuan had done, so the War Son would have a sense of the situation and not be too anxious.

But before he could finish, he heard the War Son sneer coldly, cutting him off: "Did you come up with those words yourself, or are they from the Master Teacher Hall's announcement?"

"This... it's the information I received!" Elder Cheng quickly said.

"Is the information you received so inaccurate?"

Turning abruptly, the young man's gaze turned icy: "Abducted the Icefield Palace's young palace master—do you even know who this young palace master is, to speak like that?"

"Subordinate... does not know!"

His heart skipping a beat, Elder Cheng shook his head.

"If my teacher had merely sent word, this young palace master would have immediately abandoned her status and followed him. Why would he need to 'abduct'? What a joke!"

The young man waved his hand.

"This... how does the War Son know?" Elder Cheng couldn't help but look over.

"Because this young palace master of the Icefield Palace..."

Holding the spear in one hand, the other behind his back, the young man lifted his head: "...is my senior sister!"