Fang Yun, his wife, and Su Xiaoxiao walked forward, while the women hurried to meet them.
As the two groups drew near, the women all curtsied and said in unison, "Greetings, Void Sage Fang."
Their voices were like orioles and swallows, sweet and pleasing to the ear.
"You're all too courteous. Let's dispense with these elaborate formalities. They make you uncomfortable, and they make me uncomfortable too," Fang Yun said with a smile.
"Then please forgive our lack of ceremony, Void Sage Fang," one woman said, smiling.
Tears of joy shone in many of the women's eyes. Some even covered their mouths, lowered their heads, and sobbed aloud.
Behind Fang Yun, Su Xiaoxiao's eyes reddened too. The sisters here had suffered so much. Not only were they denied recognition by the mainstream voices of the human race, they were actively suppressed. They were not even allowed to call their establishment an academy. Such suffering far surpassed bodily pain.
But today, Fang Yun had come. He was an exalted Void Sage, the grand secretary of a hall, and, beyond all doubt, the foremost literary genius of the human race today. To the women of the Heroine Society, his arrival was the greatest encouragement they could receive.
On this day, the Heroine Society welcomed the light.
Fang Yun sighed softly. Understanding how these women felt, he carefully studied those before him.
His gaze swept over more than a thousand women. He noticed that most of those standing at the front wore splendid clothes and gold and jade ornaments, looking quite dignified. Some even wore the formal robes of women granted imperial titles. Only a handful wore plain cloth garments, simple and neat.
These women differed in appearance, but each possessed a distinctive bearing far beyond that of ordinary women.
The first woman