Qiu Meng sighed softly and said, "My literary friends from the Second Saint Families, if only you had acknowledged Void Sage Fang sooner. Had I known his standing was so high, how could I have made such a foolish choice? It was only fourteen hundred jin of dragon-pattern rice."
Meng Jingye smiled. "You aren't all that unlucky. If you knew how many people on the Saint Origin Continent he has swindled... ahem, if you knew how many people with vision no broader than a rat's have courted their own deaths, you would understand how fortunate you really are. As for the six of you, with Void Sage Fang's handwritten edict, you may move to the Saint Origin Continent whenever you wish, so long as you change your tune and turn over a new leaf. Farewell!"
Having said their piece, the members of the three great Second Saint Families entered the dungeon one after another.
The remaining Grand Academicians of the Bloodmang Ancient Land stood where they were, mulling over Meng Jingye's earlier words.
Wei Huangan, in particular, stood stunned for quite some time before saying with a bitter smile, "I have always taken pride in being eligible for an invitation from the Sacred Academy. Who would have thought you would have it so easy? Void Sage Fang casually gave you a sheet of paper with a single word, and now you have a chance to move to the Saint Origin Continent."
Tan Hemu sighed softly. "Although our forebears fled to Blood Radiance, and we have hated the Saint Origin Continent for generations, I believe most scholars would still choose to return there if given the chance, even if advancing in literary rank became a hundred times harder. You six have received an opportunity that comes once in a thousand years.