When the people of Jing Kingdom heard Fang Yun actually challenge the Grand Academicians of the Zong and Lei Families, they froze for a moment before recovering their composure. Some even smiled.
Through his steady accumulation during the Palace Examination, Fang Yun had gathered unstoppable momentum. During the examination, his sword had still been half-sheathed; now he had drawn it and bared its edge. Whoever came against him would receive no mercy.
His friends from the Sacred Ruins, however, frowned slightly. Whether back in the Sacred Ruins or at the Metropolitan Graduate Hunting Ground, Fang Yun had always held something in reserve. Now, he seemed especially decisive.
After a little thought, they began to dimly understand. Fang Yun had indeed become very different after the Three Valleys Battle.
"Void Sage Fang, your string of victories seems to have made you forget the basic humility you owe your elders!" The snowy hue in Zong Chengbing's eyes deepened, winter lurking within his gaze.
Fang Yun shot back, "The good fortune of the Wenqu Descent and the joy of stepping out from behind the scenes seem to have made you forget the basic respect you owe someone who has stood before the Four Sages!"
"Very well. I thought we would meet in the Ten Cold Ancient Land. Since you have so little sense of when to advance or retreat, I shall enter the contest myself and seize every last one of your literary hearts!" Zong Chengbing blinked. The wind and snow in his eyes dispersed into a clear sky, though it remained a winter sky.
At the mention of the Ten Cold Ancient Land, a flicker of something unusual crossed Fang Yun's eyes. The recent movements of the various aristocratic clans had been all too obvious: all had begun focusing heavily on the