"This is a matter of grave importance. Why wasn't it reported to the Sacred Academy?" Fang Yun asked.
The Ninth Frost Lord looked toward Yan Ningxiao.
"We have no evidence. It is merely my conjecture," Yan Ningxiao said with a soft sigh.
"A Great Scholar's conjecture could almost count as half a piece of evidence," Fang Yun said.
Yan Ningxiao shook his head. "My realm is simply too low. If I could become a Literary Ancestor and condense Destiny, the Sacred Academy would surely believe me. But my strength has remained at the level of a newly advanced Great Scholar, so the Yan Family elders dared not act rashly either. They only mentioned it in routine correspondence rather than submitting a formal report emphasizing it, and the Sacred Academy has never replied."
"How likely is it?" Fang Yun asked.
Yan Ningxiao hesitated for a moment. "Thirty percent."
Fang Yun said nothing more. If Yan Ningxiao had said fifty percent, he would certainly have chosen to believe this elderly Great Scholar. But since he had only said thirty percent, there was nothing to be done.
The Ninth Frost Lord said, "Although this matter cannot persuade the Sacred Academy to act, our family head places great trust in Ningxiao and believes the likelihood is high. He thought we should find an exceptionally powerful Grand Academician to participate in this Ancient Land Genesis Destruction and win a Frost Lord's position for the human race. You were not our original candidate, but we later realized that no one but you would do. By the way, I hear you have a mist butterfly?"
"Yes," Fang Yun answered casually. Then he found it strange that the Ninth Frost Lord had suddenly brought this up, and stared into his eyes.
Yan Ningxiao and the five Grand Academicians