Ao Qingyue sighed. "Sadly, the Dragon Race is far less than it once was. If you had been granted the Dragon Peerage while the Ancestral Dragon was still around, the benefits would have been immense. Even receiving an entire continent would have been nothing unusual. Demon Barbarians, Ancient Demons-all of them would have been like slaves before you. What a pity..."
Fang Yun did not interrupt Ao Qingyue's reminiscences of past glory. He familiarized himself with his own strength in the War Hall plaza.
Another four hours passed before the Three Valleys Metropolitan Graduates and Hanlin Academicians who had received Star Positions returned to the War Hall.
There was no fixed time for the portal to the Three Valleys Ancient Land to open. Even the Sacred Academy knew only that it would happen within three days, so all they could do was wait.
They wasted no time, holding a small Literary Assembly devoted solely to discussing combat experience and techniques.
A War Hall official brought out a conch that could record sound, and the fifteen Grand Academicians escorting the group each offered their insights. The Provincial Graduates, Metropolitan Graduates, and Hanlin Academicians taking part in the Three Valleys Battle mostly kept their mouths shut and listened attentively.
In other fields, Fang Yun could easily discuss matters with Grand Academicians or even debate them, but he could hardly get a word in when it came to combat experience. Every Grand Academician in the escort had spent years fighting Demon Barbarians. Even the least experienced among them had fought Demon Barbarians for ten years.
Fang Yun and the others occasionally asked questions, and most received satisfactory answers.
By the early hours of the morning, there was still no news of the Three Valleys portal. Before going to sleep, Fang Yun used "Prelude