Most of them wore the Confucian scholar robes of Confucian Cloud Academy, their hair tied in topknots, carrying an especially strong scholarly air.
Lin Xuan's gaze fell upon the thirteen Sage Statues, and Wu Mingyao's voice immediately rang out, as though she had been watching Lin Xuan's every move all along.
"Master, those are the thirteen departed sages of our dynasty. All students who enter Confucian Cloud Academy are disciples of those thirteen sages."
"This Sage's Dojo opens once every ten years for four days at a time. During the rest of the time, the Sage Statues automatically absorb and condense Confucian Immortal Light."
As Wu Mingyao spoke, Lin Xuan gradually learned everything about the Confucian Light Banquet.
At the same time, the thirteen Sage Statues had begun to glow. Rings of special energy rippled out, swiftly covering the entire Sage's Dojo.
"The Confucian Immortal Light has begun to gather. In another quarter-hour, the Sage Baptism will begin."
Listening to Wu Mingyao, Lin Xuan looked around and clearly saw the excited gleam in the students' eyes, as if they could not wait to charge straight into the dojo.
Even these quiet, refined scholars now revealed the posture of hungry tigers pouncing on prey.
"Looks like this Confucian Light Banquet truly is no simple matter. So many Earth Immortal-level beings are flocking to it like ducks."
Lin Xuan could not help but remark.
"Hehe... of course it is no simple matter."
A soft laugh suddenly sounded by his ear. It was somewhat familiar, and Lin Xuan slowly turned his head to look.
At once, a group of people entered his field of vision.
The person at the head wore magnificent garments embroidered with rising suns and moons. It was not hard to tell that he came from the imperial family.
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