Farewell to Li Wenying

"Brother Qiao, so you were a Snow Faction member in hiding!" Chen Lile, also an Upper Lodge Metropolitan Graduate, feigned anger.

"Ahem, ahem. I was only speaking the truth. I absolutely won't meddle in the Snow-Plum Dispute. I think both snow and plum blossoms are beautiful!" Qiao Juze continued playing the peacemaker.

Ignoring everyone else, Li Wenying smiled at Fang Yun.

The others continued urging him. Fang Yun looked at the sky. Within the capital, it was still as bright as day, with sunlight visible. But this place lay far from the capital and was exceptionally dim. The distant dark clouds carried a pale yellow hue, while the white expanse of heavy snow obscured and blanketed heaven and earth.

Fang Yun nodded gently.

The many scholars immediately beamed with delight and waited respectfully for Fang Yun's poem.

Fang Yun swept his gaze across the crowd and sighed inwardly. His status truly differed from before. When he had written poetry and prose in the past, others had merely been curious or expectant. Now, everyone carried a weighty reverence.

Resisting Divine Punishment, receiving the Second Saint's bestowal, becoming a Void Sage as a Metropolitan Graduate, and writing work that shocked the saints—any one of these was enough to inspire respect in true scholars.

Fang Yun said slowly, "Lord Swordbrow is about to journey to the Ancient Land. Fang Yun possesses nothing of value, so I shall write a poem as a gift. May Lord Swordbrow have smooth sailing and return in triumph!"

As Fang Yun spoke, he lowered the shield before his chest, took out brush and ink from his bookcase, and began writing slowly.

"Yellow clouds stretch a thousand miles; the white sun grows dim. The north wind drives geese as snow falls thick and fast." After finishing, Fang Yun paused