The three elders spoke in succession, and the thoughts of those in the room shifted again and again, stirring countless emotional ripples. Yet they quickly reined them in. This differed from before—earlier, they had needed to build momentum to suppress Qiu Yan. Now that the situation had changed, there was no need for emotions to fuel the flames. How many of those present would fail to keep their state of mind steady? Naturally, they could let go and draw back at will.
Then, led by the three elders, Qiu Yan brought the group out of Hundred Treasures Hall and headed toward Sage Worthies Hall.
To put it plainly, there was nothing particularly special about the sights within Sage Worthies Hall. Even the physical bodies of Meng Sanyi and the others would not surprise anyone, for the other Sage Worthies Halls were much the same.
In the end, the many portraits in this Sage Worthies Hall merely served a guiding purpose. Qiu Yan had prepared them so that, after he was gone in the future, he could still arrange for others to enter the Scholar Forest. The true key lay in the Literary Web.
At the sight inside the hall, even those Grand Confucians who still harbored other intentions found it difficult to keep speaking. Earlier, they could have brewed their emotions, questioned Qiu Yan, then followed the current and perhaps used it to condemn him. But now their minds were clear—how could they do something muddleheaded?
Once they entered the hall, they clearly sensed an immense spirit.
This spirit was not complete. It was mixed and ever-changing, like willow fluff in a gale, swept together by rushing currents. Those within this hall could use the portraits left behind by the Hundred Schools as guides to entrust their own thoughts. Yet