"So many people. Not bad." Fang Yun seemed utterly unaware of why the Miscellaneous School scholars had come and continued forward.
Fang Yun slowly climbed the steps toward the Qing Lord.
Everyone looked up. They could see the dragon throne and the Qing Lord, but not Fang Yun, for he seemed to stand among clouds at the very limit of their sight, radiating boundless light.
Fang Yun looked at the Qing Lord with a smile.
The Qing Lord's own aura was far weaker than a scholar's, but a faint layer of white light surrounded him.
The blessing of national fortune.
"You..."
The Qing Lord tried to speak, but his whole body tingled and went numb. In his heart, he could not even muster the courage to finish a sentence.
Shame and anger filled the Qing Lord's heart. Instinctively, he recalled their first meeting, when Fang Yun had still been an inexperienced young man.
A look of shock suddenly appeared on the Qing Lord's face.
Pang Jue hurriedly asked, "Your Majesty, what is wrong?"
The Qing Lord's shock lingered. He discovered that he was actively recalling every detail of his encounters with Fang Yun. Even poems he could no longer remember became extraordinarily clear.
"I am the one recalling them," Fang Yun said as he continued up the steps.
The Qing Lord was frightened out of his wits. Whatever Fang Yun recalled, he was forced to recall as well. Was this still a human being? A Half-Sage was actually this terrifying!
"You... if you mean to strike, then strike! Why would I fear you?" The Qing Lord forced himself to rally and looked at Fang Yun.
He could not see Fang Yun's true form at all, only a towering, majestic figure of white light.
Fang Yun climbed the final step and