Fang Yun's appearance remained that of a young man of twenty. His jet-black hair was especially eye-catching among the sages. His skin was not merely smooth, but could even be called delicate. His face held something none of the sages possessed.
Vigorous youthful spirit.
Fang Yun was like a lone green pine standing tall amid the bleak autumn, like a streak of crimson sunset amid the sea of clouds, and even more like a bright moon in the night sky.
The contrast was far too striking. At the mere sight of Fang Yun, the Great Scholars felt themselves grow much younger, their hearts brimming with fighting spirit, ready at any moment to win merit and establish achievements, to fulfill the aspirations in their hearts.
Fang Yun's resolute yet youthful face became the brightest star in the eyes of the Great Scholars.
Fang Yun swept his gaze across the Half-Sage Incarnations, his eyes lingering slightly upon Saint Zong's incarnation.
"The Human Race has a hundred things waiting to be rebuilt. I have only recently been conferred as a Sage, and the sages have never gathered in full; I have always considered that a regret. Today, I shall borrow this Literary Assembly to discuss literature and debate the Dao, inspire the scholars, and add bricks and tiles to the Human Race's foundation."
An old man spoke. "A Half-Sage's discourse on the Dao is too profound. If the Great Scholars cannot comprehend it and become obsessed within it, there will be harm but no benefit."
The old man had thick brows like umbrellas and exceedingly thin lips. His expression was kindly, yet there was a chill in his eyes.
All the Great Scholars revealed shocked expressions. Many of them did not recover from their shock for a long while.
This man was Sage