In the Hall of All Sages, the three Sages fell silent.
After a long while, Mi Fengdian's incarnation said, "Sage Fang, barring any surprises, the Sacred Academy will convene a Sacred Sense meeting. It may even convene an incarnation meeting, or perhaps a Saint Body meeting."
Fang Yun nodded gently.
Feng Shu exclaimed, "This old man is slow-witted indeed. I truly cannot guess how Saint Zong accomplished this."
Mi Fengdian shook his head and said, "Nor can I guess. It seems we all underestimated Mister Mo Ju."
The two Half-Sage Incarnations were actually this astonished.
Fang Yun stood stunned for a long time. Sacred Power surged around him before he finally nodded, smiling faintly. "Good."
"Sage Fang, do you know Saint Zong's methods?" Mi Fengdian asked curiously, without the slightest bearing of a Half-Sage avatar.
This matter was simply too shocking, far beyond the limits of what a Half-Sage could accomplish.
In the eyes of the two Sages, its difficulty even surpassed Fang Yun's ability to behold the Myriad Worlds.
Fang Yun shook his head slightly. "I can only barely make a guess; I cannot determine it yet. I had actually noticed long ago that the Ape Race's attitude toward the Human Race was unusual. I simply never expected Saint Zong to have laid out his plans for so many years."
The two Sages looked at Fang Yun and suddenly fell silent.
This matter was far too important.
Especially when the Contest of Sacred Ways between the two was at its fiercest.
They could clearly sense that Fang Yun's aura was unstable, greatly affected by the Political Way.
Jing Kingdom, Golden Throne Hall.
The Jing Lord sat upright upon the dragon throne, his brow tightly furrowed.
The Empress Dowager still wore a veil over her face as she sat beside