The exchange between the two Grand Academicians was thick with verbal swordplay.
Fang Yun guessed that Wei Huangan and Mo Yao must have traded plenty of barbs in the front hall. Wei Huangan had surely taken no shortage of digs at Mo Yao. "Stripping skins and scraping walls" painted far too vivid a picture. As a Grand Academician, Mo Yao might not have minded at first, but after hearing it over and over, he was bound to harbor resentment.
There had never been a good-tempered Grand Academician in the Bloodmang Ancient Land.
The stronger they were, the greater the influence of bloodmang power.
Without giving anyone a chance to interject, Fang Yun immediately said, "The first chamber is already empty. The second contains instruments of torture, but they're protected by barriers that you may not be able to open. Only the third chamber remains unexplored. With two Grand Academicians here, we wouldn't dare overstep, so we'll leave now. Farewell!"
Fang Yun turned as soon as he finished speaking, but as he did, he noticed Mo Yao staring at his group. He had no idea what Mo Yao was thinking.
The eleven of them wasted no time. Once they said they were leaving, they left, soon reaching the end of the corridor and stopping before the doors.
Yun Zhaochен said, "Yun Fang, stay back. I'll go in and scout first. By rights, both the front hall and the side hall should have War Idols guarding them, yet we haven't seen a single one, nor any traces they left behind. That means the rear hall is very likely dangerous."
"Very well." Fang Yun did not try to prove himself. Grand Academicians had Literary Platforms, after all, giving them both offensive and defensive capabilities, so he retreated to the back of the group.