"I rather hope he runs," Fang Yun said as he wrote.
Ao Zhou immediately understood and smiled. "Your Majesty, your wisdom truly surpasses others. Gu Xu is the Demon Realm's prized candidate for Ancestral Enfeoffment. If he flees his very first battle after Saint Enfeoffment, it will deal a tremendous blow to his future Sacred Way, perhaps even preventing him from achieving Ancestral Enfeoffment. Of course, you wield the Legalist School's Legalist Canon and legal crown. If he runs, your Grand Warrant can leave him nowhere to escape."
Fang Yun said nothing and continued writing the History of the Ancient Demons.
Writing the History of the Ancient Demons had once drained his mental strength, but now that Fang Yun had undergone Saint Enfeoffment, he wrote exceedingly fast, almost a line per breath, without any mental strain at all.
Ao Zhou added, "Your Majesty, even if you aren't afraid of Gu Xu fleeing, you cannot let him keep growing like this. His Sacred Power seems inexhaustible. He must have a treasure, and his own Sacred Realm likely far surpasses that of an ordinary Half-Sage. If this continues, he may exhaust your Sacred Power first."
"No matter."
Helpless, Ao Zhou could only wait, watching both Gu Xu and Fang Yun. After a long while, he vaguely understood that Fang Yun's writing was probably also stabilizing his own power, effectively a form of cultivation. After all, however powerful Fang Yun was, he had only just undergone Saint Enfeoffment. As for how this would end, there was no telling yet.
The Four Fiends pressed closer with every step. Left with no choice, Gu Xu produced another Half-Sage treasure.
The treasure was a peculiar, pure-white feather, which clung to Gu Xu's shoulder. Whenever a powerful attack came that he could not evade, his body dissolved