Qi Xuansu had always belonged to the class of Daoist priests. He was now a high-ranking Daoist. Though still beneath the true upper echelons of Sages, he was firmly in the middle ranks.0

This granted him a certain level of freedom, like being exempt from certain rules and unrestricted by rigid regulations. In other words, he had gained special privileges.0

Everyone despised privilege until they benefited from it.0

Qi Xuansu had once felt the same way. But today, he was grateful for this privilege. For a commoner, raising their voice in court was a crime. Colliding with an official’s procession was a crime. Daring to challenge a Garrison Chief Military Officer was not just a crime, but also a direct defiance of imperial law. If Qi Xuansu were a commoner, Zhao Fu’an would not even need to show himself to apprehend Qi Xuansu. His Black Robes subordinates could simply suppress and dispose of the offender.0

But as a high-ranking Daoist, raising his voice in court was merely speaking passionately, and colliding with an official procession was just a misunderstanding. Zhao Fu’an would never dare have his men suppress Qi Xuansu because the consequences would be too severe. The Daoist Order...0