This time, the ruckus that his words caused was louder than ever. The hall, which was supposed to be a place of solemn judgment, erupted into a cacophony of disbelief and mockery.
To these high-ranking masters, a porter claiming to be a spirit master was like a beggar claiming to be a king; it wasn't just unlikely, it was an insult to the hierarchy they lived by.
"Liar! You are registered in the academy as a porter," one of the elders standing on Guo's side blurted out in a storm of fuming rage. His face was twisted with veins popping on his forehead.
"We have checked the scrolls! We have verified the rosters! You were assigned to the furnace hauling crews because your spirit foundation was barren! You think you can walk into this hall and rewrite reality with a sentence?"
If William was a spirit master, then all of this trap they carefully devised would be instantly ruined!
