Yue Canglan also knew that Fang Chen had saved many people without asking for anything in return back in the Sacred Land. Among them were people from the Star Sect and Yaochi Holy Land, as well as Saint Ziwei and his companions. Some of Yue Canglan's friends had told him about it.
It was precisely because Fang Chen had the courage to act without weighing every immediate gain or loss that those Saints admired him so deeply.
Yue Canglan did not want to put this too bluntly to Yue Fan. After all, he had watched Yue Fan grow up and knew his temperament all too well. Yue Fan had always been exceptional. Before Fang Chen appeared, no one his age had outshone him. But Fang Chen's arrival had changed everything. All of Yue Fan's brilliance had been eclipsed.
By now, Fang Chen had eclipsed not only Yue Fan's generation, but even people like Yue Canglan.
Fang Chen was now, beyond dispute, the foremost figure on the Barbaric Continent and among the entire Human Race.
Yue Canglan knew that constantly bringing up Fang Chen would only make Yue Fan resent him. When Yue Fan had questioned him earlier, Yue Canglan had sensed that Yue Fan was unhappy about his decision to let Fang Chen enter the Scripture Depository.
Ah...
Yue Canglan sighed helplessly to himself. Yue Fan had so much going for him, but he still could not see far enough ahead.
Yue Canglan felt helpless. A few words from him would not change Yue Fan's outlook now.
Inside the Library Pavilion, Fang Chen, the myna bird, and the Chaos Heart-Devouring Worm were all studying the ancient manuals intently.
The manuals were profoundly difficult, and the way they were preserved was unusual. Even the myna bird could not use his clones