Yan Ningxiao forcibly held back his anger. Had this been an ordinary scholar, he would already have rebuked him. But Xiao Yetian was not only a son-in-law of the Clan of the Sage Zong, he had originally been the Human Race's best candidate for contending for the title of Ten Cold King. At his young age, he had nearly become one of the Four Great Talents. Barring any mishaps, his future achievements should have towered above all others in the Ten Cold Ancient Land. He would return to the Saint Origin Continent, receive the Zong Family's full support and nurturing, become the leader of those of mixed Ice Clan blood, and leave his name in the annals of history.
"Grand Academician Xiao, you may not know this, but the six of us Great Scholars received a voice transmission from Fang Yun long ago. His purpose in setting out this time was precisely to help us contend for the title of Ten Cold King," Yan Ningxiao said.
Xiao Yetian said nothing, but Zong Ningbing, a Grand Academician of the Zong Family standing behind him, said with a smile, "And then he left himself half-dead, relying on seven hundred thousand of us humans to recite the Classics of the Sages to save him?"
"Insolence!" Meng Jingye snapped. Boundless majesty radiated from him, and every domestic animal and ice beast within several li collapsed to the ground, trembling.
Zong Ningbing hurriedly cupped his hands and said with a broad grin, "I spoke rashly. I hope you Great Scholars will be magnanimous and forgive me. I have no ulterior motives. I merely feel that Void Sage Fang suddenly went out at such a critical time, gained nothing, and returned gravely injured instead. Never mind the wasted manpower and resources-we cannot afford the lost time.