Li Daoyuan's projected consciousness hovered high above Dongting Lake, looking somewhat indistinct. It bore not the slightest pressure or imposing aura of a Half-Sage. Being near it felt like basking in a spring breeze, leaving one utterly at ease.
The Flood Dragon Sage had not yet reached Baling. He had merely spoken underwater, yet his savage might already blazed to the heavens, sending chills through every human. Without the protection of the Temple of Sages, his voice would have injured all the humans here.
Dongting Lake was divided between shadow and sunlight, while the people below Baling City stood on opposing sides. Some hoped Li Daoyuan would help Fang Yun, but others hoped the Flood Dragon Sage would punish Fang Yun and force him to kneel before Lei Zhongmo's memorial portrait and confess his guilt.
Yet the one most terrified was neither Ge Yiming, whom the Wu Lord had just berated, nor Fang Yun, who was about to be punished by the Flood Dragon Sage. It was the Dongting Flood Dragon King.
As the Flood Dragon Sage's son, with Li Daoyuan directly above his head, he was on the verge of collapse. He dared not even breathe heavily and could only close his eyes, silently praying that the two sides would not fight.
Everyone either watched Li Daoyuan or looked toward the mouth of the Yangtze River, waiting for the two Half-Sages to make their final decisions. Then a voice rang out through Tongue Blossoms Thunder.
"Ge Yiming, Metropolitan Graduate of Xiang Prefecture, pays his respects to Sage Li. I have a word of advice. The Water Race and our human race are branches of the same tree, sharing the same breath, and have been allies for many years. Yet Fang Yun, out of selfish interest, has divided the Dragon