"One breath in the mortal world is one year in the Sacred Sense World. Victory or defeat in a Sacred Sense debate is calculated by time. If Sage Fang remains longer in Saint Zong's Sacred Sense World, Sage Fang wins. If, afterward, Saint Zong remains longer in Sage Fang's Sacred Sense World, Saint Zong wins. Usually, after waiting quietly for several dozen breaths, victory and defeat can be determined."
After Wang Jinglong finished speaking, he fell silent and quietly watched Saint Zong's white sphere of light.
Fang Yun opened his eyes and found himself seated behind a desk. With a casual glance, he knew he was in the yamen of some unknown county.
Fang Yun sat upright in the large chair. Lowering his head, he saw a document placed on the desk.
"Quite the open and honorable gentleman."
After saying that, Fang Yun read through the document. It turned out to be an official dispatch from the prefect, stating that Peach County was famous for its peaches. Every household grew peach trees; in abundant years, peaches became so cheap they harmed the farmers, while in poor years, there were no peaches to sell. The Peach County magistrate was to resolve this matter.
Fang Yun did not act rashly. Instead, he recalled the Classics of the Sages of the Zong Family, particularly the works of Saint Zong.
Thick stacks of documents lay on the desk, including county gazetteers and other books that recorded every detail of Peach County.
After recalling the Classics of the Sages of the Miscellaneous School, Fang Yun examined them one by one and eventually finished every book on the desk.
In the end, Fang Yun nodded lightly. *Saint Zong truly is proficient in the Miscellaneous School and well versed in government affairs. This first trial tests steadiness