The two suddenly exchanged a glance, remembering Fang Yun's subtle expression when he had taken back the Saint Body Fruits. There had been no disappointment, no pity-only a trace of contempt.
Because the two of them were too stupid. There could not possibly be Literary Ancestors this stupid in the world.
Both were consumed by regret.
One Literary Ancestor suddenly sighed and said, "Brother Zhu, do me a favor. When Void Sage Fang returns, put in a few good words for me. Tell him that after his venerable self left, I was overwhelmed with remorse and came fully to my senses. For just one Saint Body Fruit, I would willingly serve him like an ox or a horse to repay him. How could I have been so stupid? Now, apart from that Saint Body Fruit, not even an ordinary Life-Bestowing Fruit can restore me. Why did I put myself through this? If I die, what good would the Jing Family's victory do me?"
Zhu Qiyue smiled faintly. "I imagine Void Sage Fang would certainly welcome anyone who abandons the darkness for the light. Wouldn't you agree?" As he spoke, he swept his gaze over the others.
Some hastily nodded and bowed with ingratiating smiles, while others averted their eyes. Only Jing Liren grew more anxious.
At that moment, a Grand Academician said, "Venerable Elder Zhu, Void Sage Fang may be powerful, but our Sea-Cliff Alliance is no weakling either. In my opinion, the two sides should be evenly matched. The ultimate outcome will be that whoever returns to Sea Frontier City first controls the Literary Temple. Even if the Jing Family's eldest master cannot defeat Void Sage Fang, he can still escape aboard the Sand Boat, go to another city, take control of its Temple of Sages, and rally scholars