Fang Yun lectured, and the Little Apricot Altar arose.
The news spread like wildfire across the grasslands. Every major power, including the Kong Family, and all the Ten Kingdoms immediately dispatched special envoys to Xiang Prefecture.
An Enlightenment Sacred Land was enough to determine the rise or fall of a sage lineage or an entire kingdom.
Many Great Scholars kept watching the interior of Baling City's Literary Academy. They could hear nothing and could only watch helplessly as the two apricot trees grew taller, their trunks thickening and their crowns becoming ever more luxuriant.
Outside the Literary Academy stood many of the city's scholars and a number of officials.
Everyone outside the walls could see the two towering apricot trees.
Unconcealable regret surfaced on many officials' faces. Even a dignified Hanlin Academician had to clench his teeth to keep from losing his composure.
These regretful officials had either arrived a step too late or been singled out by Fang Yun and expelled from the Literary Academy.
Their affiliations varied. Some colluded with the Qing Kingdom, some were spies for the Qi Kingdom, and some belonged to other factions. There were even concealed members of the Left Prime Minister Faction among them.
When they had walked out of the Literary Academy earlier, they had not cared. They had even thought that Fang Yun would soon leave, and the coming days would be their chance to stretch their wings.
But after the two immense apricot trees rose, their expressions kept changing, growing uglier and uglier.
Apart from a few exceptions, most had failed to commit themselves to Fang Yun because they believed he could not give them what they needed, while other powers offered greater benefits.
Yet compared with the benefit of gaining entry to the Little Apricot Altar for both themselves