Tong Li looked up at Fang Yun. Seeing no pain on Fang Yun's face, a flicker of shock passed through his eyes. Then he lowered his head, hiding his expression from Fang Yun.
At that moment, a young man with extremely thick brows said loudly, "If my guess is correct, this wind resembles the Strange Wind of the Sacred Ruins. It does not harm the body, only the Literary Palace and Literary Guts. It seems only our minds and consciousness have entered this place, not our physical bodies. Book Mountain differs from the Sacred Ruins and the Sea of Learning. There is no need for us to fight over anything here; we need only do our best! I hope all of you remain firm in your thoughts of the Sacred Way. Do not let fame and profit corrupt hearts of benevolence and righteousness, lest you be unable to condense Literary Guts in the future."
"Could you be Mo Banzhi, the rising talent of the Mohist School?" someone asked.
"That would be me."
"I have long admired your name. I am Xu Xiaonian."
"So you are the talented son of the Xu Clan, descended from the Farming Ancestor. Banzhi greets Brother Xu."
Fang Yun secretly observed these people from the Half-Sage Families and found that they were far calmer than everyone else. They seemed to feel slight pain, yet could endure it. A few even remained completely expressionless, as though they were enjoying the Strange Wind's caress.
Suddenly, someone said, "We of the School of War meet force with the orthodox and win through the unexpected. Let the courage in our hearts never perish. Everyone, I shall be the first to tread one of the ten bridges and make a fool of myself."
"Brother Sun's courage crowns Book Mountain. Admirable!"
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