The scholars of Jiangzhou were conversing in low voices when Zong Ganyu suddenly used Tongue Blossoms Thunder. "My dear younger brother Zhi Shi, Void Sage Fang has no shame. He offers no apology whatsoever for slaughtering the head of the Lei Family, nor does he apologize for his own wrongdoing. He insists on a literary contest with Zhang Longxiang. Since you are here, why not give us your assessment before the contest begins? Which of them has the better chance of winning?"
"What?"
"Yi Zhishi?"
"The Literary Grandmaster is here?"
Everyone looked around, astonished and excited. In terms of status, a Void Sage and a Literary Grandmaster stood on equal footing, but a Void Sage held the loftier nominal distinction, while a Literary Grandmaster held the loftier substantive distinction.
If they considered only Literary Rank, the most important measure for scholars, Fang Yun, a Void Sage, fell far short of a Literary Grandmaster.
No matter how great Fang Yun's influence became, until he became a Literary Grandmaster, he could never surpass Yi Zhishi in the hearts of scholars.
As the man with the highest Literary Rank beneath the Half-Sages, Yi Zhishi had seldom appeared in public in recent years. Everyone expected him to undergo Saint Enfeoffment within the next few years, but their predictions were overly optimistic. Among Great Scholars, Yi Zhishi was still too young.
After all, the Grand Academicians of Yi Zhishi's generation had only advanced to Great Scholar a few years ago.
After all, Yi Zhishi was not yet sixty. He was not even an old man, but still in his prime.
Fang Yun had already landed on the city wall at Yueyang Tower. Inwardly, he sighed in admiration: this truly was a Literary Grandmaster of his generation. He had searched well over a hundred times with