Everyone watched Fang Yun intently.
"I am Zhang Longxiang," Fang Yun said as casually as ever.
"What?" Hundreds of thousands of people cried out. They all made the same movement, leaning forward to hear Fang Yun more clearly, because every one of them suspected they had misheard.
"Because... Void Sage Fang is Zhang Longxiang?" Many people murmured, repeating Fang Yun's words, yet their eyes were utterly bewildered, as though they had no idea what they were saying.
"Ha..." Zong Wuyuan laughed, but after just one burst of laughter, his smile abruptly vanished. A faint look of shock appeared on his face as he strained to recall something.
It was not just Zong Wuyuan. Even all the Great Scholars present looked either shocked or deep in thought.
Yi Zhishi kept holding his teacup in his right hand, unable to set it down on the table.
Jiang Hechuan had been facing Zong Wuyuan with his back to Fang Yun, but now he slowly turned around and looked at Fang Yun in astonishment.
Lei Tingzhen's mouth slowly fell open, his eyes unfocused. Then he urgently recalled every detail concerning Zhang Longxiang. The more he thought, the worse his expression became.
Zong Ganyu stared woodenly at Fang Yun. He clearly wanted to say something, but it was as though something had blocked his throat, leaving him unable to make a sound.
Silence blanketed the entire gathering. Even the river seemed to have stopped flowing.
"What the hell?" The Dongting Flood Dragon King, with half his head showing in the distance, actually spoke in human speech-and in the Xiang Prefecture dialect at that. Ordinarily, it would have made people laugh themselves to death, but now no one paid any attention to what he said.
Only after more than a dozen breaths did people begin whispering