"It is quite good, but I didn't come here to exchange pleasantries with you. Go on. I know you must have something to say to me." Fang Yun stared into Ji Zhibai's eyes, his manner cold.
A scholar immediately said, "Be careful, Void Sage Fang! Ji Zhibai is utterly vile. If he says something is good, he must be plotting to harm you!"
"That beast would love nothing more than to kill you with his own hands!"
"In Literary Qi, you surpass him by hundreds of millions of Ji Zhibais. But in malice and viciousness, he surpasses you by hundreds of millions of Ji Zhibais."
"Exactly! Ji Zhibai can be used not only to measure talent, but also to measure depravity!"
The scholars erupted in curses.
Thick-skinned as Ji Zhibai was, his expression still shifted slightly under the public abuse of thousands upon thousands of people. He drew a deep breath, looked at Fang Yun, and said, "Void Sage Fang, since you are being direct, I will come straight to the point. There is something I don't understand. Weren't you killed by the Demon Emperor? Why are you here now? Could it be that you feigned death to deceive those Grand Academicians, deceive the Sages, and deceive the Human Race?"
"Oh? Then let me ask you: when did I ever say I was dead?" Fang Yun countered.
Ji Zhibai smiled. "Then Meng Jingye and the other Grand Academicians deceived the Sages. They must be held accountable!"
"Brother Ji, it seems the scholars of the Meng Family and the other Six Second Saint Families must have a blood feud with you. Otherwise, you wouldn't be framing them!" Fang Yun shot back.
"You exaggerate, Void Sage Fang. I have no grievance or feud with the Second Saint Families. I say this only