Yan Yukong wore a smile. If the Dao Discussion Platform could take shape smoothly, Fang Yun's influence would soar.
Fang Yun becoming a Void Sage and the Fang Household becoming an eminent family had merely laid a foundation, and that foundation was not yet firm.
Becoming the Lord of Bloodmang had brought a qualitative leap in Fang Yun's strength and influence. He could now affect the Sacred Academy's decisions, and in matters concerning the Bloodmang Ancient Land, his influence already rivaled that of the Half-Sage Families.
His low Literary Rank was his only-and greatest-weakness, but with enough time, he could make up for it.
The Dragon Gate Discourse Platform would mark the beginning of Fang Yun's entry into the Human Race's upper literary circles. Its significance was immense.
"Let us attempt Dragon Gate Ascension again. Everyone, please."
"After you, Void Sage Fang!" Everyone made way, and Fang Yun accepted without demur, stepping forward.
As a Metropolitan Graduate, Yan Yukong walked at the very back. Watching Fang Yun's retreating figure, he felt at ease.
At its heart, the Dragon Gate Literary Gathering was a display of everyone's "learning and reflection." However gifted Yan Yukong was, he was still only a Metropolitan Graduate. After receiving Fang Yun's hands-on guidance and observing the other Grand Academicians, the way ahead had suddenly opened before him, and his path along the Sacred Way had become smoother.
Yet what delighted Yan Yukong most was not what he had gained from the Dragon Gate Literary Gathering. He was happy for Fang Yun.
Dragon Gate Ascension still depended primarily on one's own physique and abilities. Fang Yun's leap of fifty zhang had already reached his limit. As he himself had said, he was stuck at the neck of a bottle, unable to break through. But through the Dragon