Yun Zhaochен frowned slightly, then let out a soft sigh.
During their earlier conversation, both men had understood clearly that once they entered the Dragon City Ruins, Fang Yun would inevitably expose his identity. It was only a matter of sooner or later.
Any Grand Academician who knew the contents of the Temple of Sages Wanted Decree would grow suspicious the moment he noticed anything amiss about "Yun Fang."
Besides, this was hardly a time when Fang Yun could do nothing.
Lian Pingchao froze at first, then a mysterious smile appeared on his face. "Good. As long as you can frighten these nine Bear Demon Kings into retreat, you will have rendered a great service. Even if I die in the Dragon City Ruins, my descendants will deliver those thousand jin of dragon-pattern rice to you!"
"Then it's settled!" Fang Yun said.
As he spoke, Fang Yun took a stack of paper from his River-Drinking Shell-a stack that radiated a pale golden light.
Not only did the six Grand Academicians freeze, but the nine Bear Demon Kings also swiftly halted. They had been moving so fast and stopped so abruptly that they left skid marks on the ground.
That stack consisted of Sage Pages-a full twenty of them!
"This..." Liu Shan'a was dumbstruck. Of everyone present, his expression showed the greatest shock.
Among these six Grand Academicians, he was the only one who had ever visited the Saint Origin Continent to conduct trade, and he knew exactly how valuable Sage Pages were.
Sage Pages could indeed be mass-produced, and the Sage Aristocratic Clans could obtain many of them. Yet they were among the human race's most precious strategic resources. Whether through their ability to turn void into reality or their ability to double the power of poetry, they were powerful