Falling! Downward!
As Zhou Dongyi fell, he immediately heard the gale whistling past his ears!
Is this using the force of the fall to muddle my thoughts and alter my Literary Thought? Too naive. It might work on ordinary seekers of knowledge, but I have already converged my thoughts with Order. How could external things shake me?
Just as Zhou Dongyi prepared to gather his Literary Thought and temporarily withdraw from the Literary Web, the downward plunge abruptly stopped. When he opened his eyes, he found himself back in his own room.
"Was I forcibly expelled from that Literary Network Realm? That was far too merciless!"
Zhou Dongyi's expression was unpleasant, yet he was equally alarmed by the other party's methods.
"Still, although the Literary Web has rules, in our eyes it was originally a place one could enter and leave freely. Yet it can now forcibly expel people. There must be a reason behind this."
As he considered this, Zhou Dongyi could not help becoming wary. But before he could sort out his thoughts, a voice suddenly rang out in his mind—
"Getting something for nothing is hardly a good sign. All of you are outstanding figures of your age; surely you understand this principle. To act as you please in a place someone else painstakingly built is likely not what your own doctrines advocate."
"Who is it? Who dares invade our minds?"
Zhou Dongyi's shock was no trivial matter. A Grand Confucian like him, whose thoughts had converged with Order, might each have their own temperament and would not have their personalities worn flat merely because of profound learning. Yet they had ultimately been tempered by the mortal world and possessed deep scholarly foundations. Regardless of their outward dispositions, their Literary Hearts had long aligned with Order, and