Zong Ming and the other three hastily lowered their heads, horror surging in their hearts.
None of the four had expected Fang Yun to win such high approval from Saint Zong with just a few brief remarks. Saint Zong even believed Fang Yun could discuss The Analects with him. This was almost the highest praise the Human Race could offer, and the highest recognition of Fang Yun's reading of the classics.
With even a Half-Sage's approval, no one but Sage Kong could deny Fang Yun's accomplishments in this regard.
All four pondered it inwardly, yet still could not fathom its meaning.
"You praise me too highly, Saint Zong. This student is unworthy," Fang Yun said humbly.
"The Heavenly Constancy Soul-Splitting Technique requires unwavering resolve, forever firm and unshaken. I see that your Divine Sense is unlike others', as though you have had some other fortuitous encounter. There is no reason you cannot learn this technique. However, you must visit the Lü Saint House and read the original text of The Lüshi Chunqiu before you can master it in full."
With that, Saint Zong extended a hand and pointed at the space between Fang Yun's brows.
Though they sat less than ten feet apart, Fang Yun felt as though that finger were ten thousand miles away.
A spark of spiritual light flew from Saint Zong's fingertip and entered Fang Yun's Literary Palace.
Fang Yun sat motionless, his eyes vacant. His Divine Sense had already enveloped the spark, and he began learning the Heavenly Constancy Soul-Splitting Technique.
Slowly, the sky darkened.
Fang Yun did not move. Saint Zong remained seated, drinking tea, while the other four dared not stir.
When dawn came, nothing had changed.
Only after three full days and nights did Fang Yun blink, joy shining in his eyes.
"Thank