By the time Wei Ziting arrived at the Central Army Tent, hundreds of people were already following him. The vast majority of them were close to the Wei Family and to Wei Ziting himself.
Their faces were etched with anger as they followed Wei Ziting, bolstering his presence. Many were shouting and clamoring; if you'd put weapons in their hands, it would have been just short of a mutiny.
"We want an explanation! On what grounds have you detained the warriors who disrupted the Yan Army's supply line and impacted the Southern campaign?"
"That's right, we need an explanation!"
"An explanation!"
"An explanation!"
Wei Ziting stood coldly outside the Central Army Tent and raised a hand. The voices of the crowd behind him immediately quieted, until there was utter silence.
Many of the True Martial Academy students who had come along to watch the spectacle also held their breath, watching nervously.
