The meteor streaked across the sky above the Bloodmang Ancient Land, trailing a long tail of flame as it hurtled toward the gathered crowd.
"Isn't that Fang Yun..." Yun Zhaochен repeated the same words. Many of the Grand Academicians were baffled. Meteors were common enough that no one paid them any mind, yet they still followed Yun Zhaochен's gaze toward that meteor involuntarily.
The Grand Academicians stared, dumbstruck. The person flying at meteor-like speed, with flames born of friction against the air, was none other than Fang Yun.
Fang Yun's flight speed had already surpassed even a Great Scholar's Lip Spear and Tongue Sword. Ten thousand li passed in mere breaths.
No one understood what had happened. Reaching such speed through the body alone was beyond not just the Human Race, but even bird demons renowned for flight.
Only those who had attained Sainthood could do it.
For many, blinking was not enough. They rubbed their eyes hard and looked closely. There was no mistake: it was Fang Yun, clad in a Hanlin Academician's Ink Plum robe, yet completely unharmed.
"Could Fang Yun have become a Sage?" Yun Zhaochен murmured to himself again.
Many Grand Academicians trembled in fright. If that were true, it would be terrifying.
Suddenly, Fang Yun vanished from the sky. Everyone's vision blurred, and then they saw him standing in the air above them all, his feet planted upon empty space.
Every Grand Academician had to look up at Fang Yun.
With the sun at his back, he appeared to every Grand Academician who looked at him to radiate light, brilliant and dazzling.
"You... weren't you dead?" Zong Ganming stammered.
"My survival has disappointed you all." Expressionless, Fang Yun looked down upon them.
"Are you... truly Fang Yun, Void Sage Fang?" Yun Zhaochен's voice shook, and