Chương 652: Chapter 321 41_1

The orange-red sun was perched on a distant ridge, revealing only half of its rusty face.

There were no clouds in the sky, only a few streaks reminiscent of flying Bai on the dark blue background. A gentle breeze stirred, raising the hunting flags in the air, rustling in the wind.

The sound of these hunting flags fluttering was the only movement on the hunting field at this moment.

Old Yao's array of coaxing and persuading arguments had thoroughly deterred some students who had originally planned to heckle — even though some were still not satisfied, they had all shut their mouths in the face of the great wizard on the podium in such a public occasion, obediently sitting in their seats, no longer causing a ruckus.

This is, after all, a world where power belongs to oneself, and the 'persuasion' of the superior has always been persuasive.