The younger clerk said softly, "Master Chanyi, smoke rising from the crown of the head is a sign of intense Literary Qi consumption. Even a Great Scholar can only sustain it for half a quarter-hour, but a full quarter-hour has already passed. Could it hurt him? Should we warn him?"
Hua Chanyi watched Fang Yun's back and smiled faintly. "At first glance, I too thought he was in danger, but after observing him closely, I realized that Void Sage Fang's Literary Qi recovery is unmatched throughout the ages. He could probably be called the foremost person below the Half-Sages."
"You mean his recovery can support his continued consumption of Literary Qi? Surely that's impossible. This is practically equivalent to a Grand Academician going all out with Lip Spear and Tongue Sword, Fluent Recitation, Stroke of Divine Inspiration, and a Literary Platform simultaneously. Lasting half a quarter-hour would already be a miracle. Could he possibly last an entire hour?"
"I would not believe it if this happened to anyone else, but seeing Void Sage Fang like this, that must be the explanation!"
"Does he have a copy of the Spring and Autumn Annals in his Literary Palace, or a Literary Star?"
Hua Chanyi gazed at Fang Yun with a faint smile.
The two Medical School clerks had seen plenty of similar smiles among physicians. They all wore that expression when researching something unknown. Apparently, this Medical School Great Scholar had taken an interest in Fang Yun.
After an hour, Fang Yun finished reading the Medical Hall's vast library. His temples bulged slightly, fine veins and blood vessels actually appeared on his forehead, and his eyes were bloodshot and dull. His face was pale, and although his hair had not turned white, he looked as though he had aged ten years.
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