Ye Qingci smiled faintly. "Palace Mistress Lingxin, Tianyuan Academy was the leader of our Human Race before all this. For so many years, it has helped the Human Race from the shadows. Even though you've grown stronger now, and our Glazed Sword Sect is far stronger than Tianyuan Academy, we can't push it to the sidelines!"
"Mm."
Fang Chen nodded, then said to Ye Qingci, "In that case, come with me to Tianyuan Academy."
To Fang Chen, going to Tianyuan Academy with Ye Qingci was a gesture of respect for Palace Mistress Lingxin.
He admired Palace Mistress Lingxin and Tianyuan Academy from the bottom of his heart. After all, for countless years, the academy had existed to help the Human Race. Whenever disaster loomed over them, it had stepped forward to help them through the crisis.
Using Instant Movement, Fang Chen brought Ye Qingci to Tianyuan Academy. The academy had sunk beneath the Golden Spring Sea, so he was able to teleport directly outside it.
Inside Tianyuan Academy, Palace Mistress Lingxin slowly opened her eyes. Her head felt dizzy, and she could not help frowning. "How did I fall asleep again?" she murmured.
She was deeply puzzled. For years, she had slipped into dreams for no apparent reason. As a cultivator, why would this happen to her?
She always had the faint sense that some mysterious force was controlling her.
Outside Tianyuan Academy, Fang Chen sent Palace Mistress Lingxin a message. "Palace Mistress Lingxin, Qingci and I are outside the academy. There's something we'd like to discuss with you."
A short while later, Palace Mistress Lingxin flew out of Tianyuan Academy.
"Greetings, Palace Mistress!"
Fang Chen and Ye Qingci both bowed slightly to her.
Palace Mistress Lingxin looked at them and smiled. "Fellow Daoist Fang Chen, you needn't have troubled