"First, I should check again."
With a little hope, Fang Yun sent his mind into the Literary Palace once more. He searched every corner, but found nothing.
"Next, set aside distracting thoughts. Don't let emotions affect me. Recall the facts."
But Fang Yun discovered that he could not set aside his distracting thoughts at all. He had not lost his temper earlier only because he had suppressed his anger, not because he had fully resolved it.
"Since I can't set them aside, I'll slowly examine them. Before doing anything, I must see everything clearly, or I won't even be able to do the simplest things properly."
Fang Yun carefully examined the anger within him. He found his thoughts in utter chaos, giving rise to an urge to wreck and destroy. His body grew hot, his scalp seemed to tremble faintly, his heart pounded, and even his breathing became uneven. He began taking deep breaths.
After continuing to breathe deeply, Fang Yun finally felt his body approaching its normal state. Once his body recovered, his thoughts also cleared and were no longer chaotic.
Then, within the Literary Palace, Fang Yun used his Divine Sense to create a pen and a sheet of paper. He slowly wrote down the various details, the causes and consequences, and analyzed everything.
In the end, Fang Yun discovered that anger was merely the outward manifestation. What had caused it was his fear-the fear of losing a treasure.
He had invested far too many hopes, and even dreams, in the miniature Literary Star.
Only then did Fang Yun realize that he had always treated the miniature Literary Star as a life-saving straw. Only with it could he stabilize his Divine Sense, his literary guts, and his cultivation realm. He had even once believed that only the miniature