Xiao Yetian had repeatedly attacked Fang Yun, staining his reputation among the Human Race. Yet even those most likely to die here did not blame him.
Faced with such an environment, it could almost be called a certain-death situation. Many people no longer feared death.
They only feared that their deaths would be worthless.
If the Great Scholars conserved their strength for what lay ahead, no one would resent them.
The Great Scholars had already shown grace by taking action. To resent someone in one's heart merely because they had bestowed a small kindness rather than a great one was the behavior of beasts, not people.
Ji Qingyang glanced at Xiao Yetian and said calmly, "Brother Ningxiao soars high; how could this old man crouch low?" After saying that, a faint flash of light appeared behind him, and a Literary Platform slowly rose.
A strange light shot into the heavens from his Literary Platform. A pale-white divine radiance of the Eight Trigrams, a hundred miles across, suddenly appeared in the sky.
Xiao Yetian's expression changed slightly. He had not expected Ji Qingyang to immediately use the Eight-Trigrams Literary Platform, second only to the Way of Changes Literary Platform within the King Wen Family. Ji Qingyang had utterly treated his words as wind passing by his ears.
Upon seeing the Eight-Trigrams Literary Platform in the sky, the expressions of both the other Great Scholars and Fang Yun eased considerably, though something else soon appeared in their eyes.
Hu Li said softly, "We have all heard of this old gentleman's Eight-Trigrams Literary Platform. Some years ago, the Ice Clan of Eighth Frost City made a deal with descendants of the King Wen Family, then went back on their word and injured them. When the King Wen Family descendants went to demand an