Sage Fang had gone blind!
A confirmed piece of news seemed to sprout wings and fly across the Saint Origin Continent.
The people of the Qing Kingdom clapped and cheered, as did many men elsewhere, but women everywhere burst into tears, believing Fang Yun had injured himself for their sake.
After visiting Wang Jinglong and Chen Qingzhi in succession, Fang Yun returned to Spring Garden. He was drinking tea when he heard the news, and if not for a Half-Sage's powerful self-control, he would have nearly sprayed out the exquisite Mist Spirit Divine Tea in his mouth.
Every drop of the Mist Spirit Divine Tea held a complete tea leaf, every complete tea leaf bore a sleeping mist spirit, and every mist spirit was an entire divine medicinal plant.
Fang Yun shook his head and continued drinking his tea, deep in thought.
He was not truly resting at that moment, for his Sacred Sense was rapidly recalling everything that had happened since he last left the Saint Origin Continent for the Sea-Cliff Ancient Land, right up to the present day.
Recalling it once was not enough. Fang Yun also thought it over repeatedly.
Thinking it over repeatedly was not enough either. Within his Literary World, Fang Yun's Divine Sense incarnation also turned Divine Sense into words, recording everything important.
Merely recording it was not enough. Fang Yun also evaluated it: was it right or wrong, good or bad? Had there been a better choice? How would he handle it if he were doing it now? And so on.
Nothing that had happened in the past could be changed, but through those past events, everything in the present and future could be changed.
The actions were already complete. After reflecting on them, Fang Yun did not stop, but proceeded to the