Yan Yukong kept the lowest profile among them. He had first served in Ning'an, then returned to the Qing Kingdom as a prefect to put his learning into practice. Afterward, he resigned, and since last year, he had been organizing everything he had learned. His grounding in classical studies was the strongest.
The Fang Faction was already the most powerful and promising force among the younger generation of the Human Race. Some scholars who supported Fang Yun thought its name lacked elegance, so they modeled an elegant title on the ancient Seven Sages of the Bamboo Grove.
The Bamboo Grove Sages.
Some members of the Fang Faction liked this title, so they occasionally called themselves the Bamboo Grove Sages in informal settings.
Others, however, did not care about the title, because they believed the Fang Faction's eventual achievements and renown would surely surpass those of the Seven Sages of the Bamboo Grove.
In fact, not only did the Fang Faction's own members believe this, but outsiders also had great expectations for them.
Some even declared that the Fang Faction's future was the future of the Human Race.
Before the literary assembly, Fang Yun had sent them a letter saying that once he resolved the matter of the Miscellaneous School, he would get together with everyone in the Fang Faction.
Everyone in the Fang Faction knew Fang Yun was very busy, so they had refrained from disturbing him.
This was the Fang Faction's first reunion since Fang Yun had returned to the Saint Origin Continent from Burial Saint Valley.
"Shoulu, why aren't you over with the Legalist School? What are you doing here with us?" Li Fanming sat on the soundly sleeping Big Rabbit and cast a sidelong glance at Han Shoulu.
Han Shoulu chuckled. "It makes no difference where I