"So, I was wondering: who could make the Qing Lord willing to sacrifice the Xuanwu Army and the Qing Kingdom's reputation?" Fang Yun asked.
"Could it be... that person from the Zong Family acting in person?" Dong Wencong did not even dare utter the words "Saint Zong," because the moment he did, Saint Zong's gaze would pierce through space to look upon this place. He could even trace back what the two had said over the preceding few breaths.
The might of Half-Sages remained hidden among the clouds. To this day, no book of the human race had recorded it in full, and no Great Scholar had ever fully understood it.
Just how terrifying was a Half-Sage's power? People could only estimate that destroying an entire realm would be effortless, and splitting moons and shattering stars would be nothing to them. Yet the Sages' true power lay not in destruction, but in creation above and beyond destruction-the opposite of the demon barbarians.
Demon barbarians were born of chaos and wrought destruction.
The Sages were born of order and wrought creation.
"No! I don't trust his character, but I trust his intelligence," Fang Yun said.
Dong Wencong nodded lightly. "Until you attain Saint Enfeoffment, that person won't enter the fray himself, but... he might send an incarnation. Still, a Half-Sage Incarnation is only slightly stronger than a Great Scholar wearing Half-Sage Regalia. Once you become a Great Scholar and find a way to obtain a set of Half-Sage Regalia, you might not need to fear a Half-Sage Incarnation."
Fang Yun did not pursue the subject. Instead, he said, "I won't go to accept the Xuanwu Army's apology. Have the magistrate of Ding County stall for time, then go there with Commander Fang. You should be able to make it. Go swiftly