Many people were speaking when Yan Ningxiao raised a hand, quieting the great tent.
Dozens of pairs of eyes stared at Fang Yun.
Fang Yun did not look at anyone. Instead, his eyes were open as he gazed directly upward. Though his eyes were bright, they seemed unfocused and somewhat hollow.
Several breaths later, a faint white mist appeared over Fang Yun's eyes. It was formed by the intertwining of Literary Qi and the primordial energy of heaven and earth.
Suddenly, Yan Ningxiao's brow furrowed tightly.
Yan Ningxiao secretly transmitted his voice to everyone in the tent. "Go out first. Return to visit him once he can speak!"
The crowd tiptoed out of the great tent, only to find that more than ten thousand people had already gathered outside. Still more were making their way here through layer upon layer of tents.
Every face bore both anticipation and worry.
The nearby guards did not dare shout loudly. They could only hold their spears across their chests and quietly stop the approaching people, lest they disturb Fang Yun.
The people present occasionally whispered among themselves, but most remained silent, afraid of disturbing Fang Yun as well.
Yan Ningxiao took a deep breath and transmitted his voice to the entire Human Race. "Void Sage Fang has awakened. He appears to be unharmed, so there is no need for concern. He now needs quiet recuperation. Do not gather here and make noise; please return to your duties."
The crowd gradually departed.
Yan Ningxiao, the other five Great Scholars, and several Grand Academicians remained outside the entrance, discussing matters quietly.
"Void Sage Fang's life aura is recovering. It seems his life is not in danger. That is good. If anything had happened to him in the Ten Cold Ancient Land, we could only go