Everyone at court was deep in discussion. With Lei Konghe's emergence, the officials of the Left Prime Minister Faction had gained a clear upper hand.
Suddenly, Fang Yun spotted a familiar name on the Discourse Ranking: Li Fanming.
The title of Li Fanming's post was very short.
"How many family heads has that been now?"
The contents were just as short.
"I mean the head of the family."
Fang Yun smiled in amusement, thinking that Li Fanming really had some nerve. But on reflection, Li Fanming had still been young when Lei Konghe dominated the Human Race. Perhaps Lei Konghe was on good terms with his elders.
Still, even if Li Fanming was merely teasing Lei Konghe, he was clearly lending Fang Yun his support.
A single sentence from Lei Konghe had shaken the Human Race, while Li Fanming's one-sentence post had also attracted considerable interest.
The younger members of the Human Race, in particular, rallied to support Li Fanming.
"Times have changed. The Saint Origin Continent stopped being their world long ago. It belongs to us young scholars now!"
"So what if he was once the foremost Great Scholar? He never became a Half-Sage!"
"The first thing he says after returning to the Saint Origin Continent will surely be, 'Why are all my sons and nephews dead?'"
"I heard he's Lei Zhongmo's eldest uncle. Back in the day, he used to hold Lei Zhongmo in his arms and teach him to read."
"If he has the guts, give Void Sage Fang thirty years. He'll leave him far behind!"
"The way I see it, ten years would be enough."
Suddenly, a member of the Lei Family interjected.
"He boasted that he would compose sixteen transmissible battle poems in three years and become the Master of the World. And what happened?