"Ahem... an accident, just an accident!" Fang Yun turned and left as soon as he finished speaking, inwardly muttering to himself. He had written the Sword Tempering Wall into pieces, so surely that could not count as passing the First Hanlin Hall. He would have to attempt it again next time.
The two Metropolitan Graduates guarding the entrance looked at each other, utterly dumbfounded. Once they recovered their wits, cold sweat streamed down their backs. Just what sort of person was he, to blow up a divine creation made by a Saint? Nothing like this had happened in the Sacred Academy's thousand-year history. And they had actually tried to goad him into trouble earlier. They had been fools beyond measure.
The others blasted out by the exploding Sword Tempering Wall watched Fang Yun silently. Never before had his figure seemed so towering.
"Magnificent!"
"Even a Great Scholar would probably have to put some effort into destroying that Sword Tempering Wall. But Void Sage Fang? He had barely become a Hanlin Academician before making it explode..."
"How exactly did he blow it up?"
"I'll go ask." Zhang Zhixing jogged after Fang Yun.
"Void Sage Fang, could you share a little of your secret?" Zhang Zhixing asked.
"What secret?" Fang Yun played dumb.
"How did you blow up the Sword Tempering Wall? What means did you use?" Zhang Zhixing pressed with a smile.
"Well... I honestly don't know," Fang Yun said.
"All right... I've received the invitation. I'll certainly be there on the tenth." Zhang Zhixing smiled.
"Then sorry for the trouble, Brother Zhang. If you're short of divine materials for your new Seismoscope, I can look for some in the Bloodmang Realm," Fang Yun said.
A Seismoscope Literary Treasure would fall apart after a single use. Zhang Zhixing had fought alongside