"Liu Shan should have died long ago!" Wei Huangan said.
Many Grand Academicians from the Bloodmang Ancient Land nodded along. Though they had only just heard about Liu Shan, they already hated him to the marrow of their bones.
Yun Zhaochен sighed. "What a pity. If we could get out alive, we would surely go to the Saint Origin Continent, help Void Sage Fang, and sweep away those petty villains!"
"May Heaven strike Liu Shan down!"
Meng Jingye and Zeng Yue exchanged a glance and shook their heads slightly.
"You underestimate Liu Shan far too much. It was no fluke that Saint Zong accepted him as a disciple, or that he became the foremost official in the Jing Kingdom. If he could endure in silence while Fang Yun blazed like the sun at its zenith, he could also deliver a fatal blow when Fang Yun weakened! Besides, Saint Zong stands behind him. No one can kill him at all. Moreover, Liu Shan has weathered the ups and downs of the Jing Kingdom's officialdom for years. His understanding of the Miscellaneous School Sacred Way surpasses even that of many Great Scholars. Back then, Liu Shan was someone with a chance of being chosen as one of the Four Great Talents," Meng Jingye said.
Zeng Yue said slowly, "Liu Shan was once one of the Eight Outstanding Hanlin. Back then, he voluntarily petitioned the Holy Academy, asking not to be selected among that generation's Four Great Talents. You may scorn the Left Prime Minister, but you cannot underestimate a Half-Sage's judgment."
"Look at Void Sage Fang..."
Everyone hurried to look at Fang Yun. Many Grand Academicians pulled at their wounds by twisting too far, but none cried out in pain. All stared unblinkingly at him.
The seawater around Fang Yun was slowly