Whipping!

"They seem to be arguing!"

Everyone stopped exchanging letters and watched Fang Yun and Qu Hange intently.

Fang Yun stood straight and said calmly, "There is no need for Elder Qu, Metropolitan Graduate, to concern himself. Since I chose a Literary Battle, I would never quit halfway through. Rather, Elder Qu, Metropolitan Graduate, should be careful in this Literary Battle. Your conduct is crooked, and wicked fire burns in your heart."

Qu Hange sneered. "No wonder they say Void Sage Fang has a sharp tongue. You attacked this old man the moment you opened your mouth, showing no regard for age or seniority. Do you not even know how to respect the elderly?"

"Hm? In a Literary Battle, there are no fathers and sons, much less distinctions of age and seniority. If Literary Battles had to distinguish seniority, then from now on, each nation could simply drag out its oldest long-lived elders. Whichever nation's elder was older would win. And if anyone refused to accept that, it would mean they did not respect the elderly and had violated proper rites! Is that what you mean?" Fang Yun asked.

Fang Yun's teasing words made many people laugh and scold him for being improper. What kind of Literary Battle could be decided by age? Yet it was precisely this impropriety that made everyone overlook the distinction between old and young.

"Stubborn-tongued! Then why did you accuse this old man of crooked conduct?" Qu Hange countered.

"Then why can you not show mercy when mercy is possible?" Fang Yun countered again.

Qu Hange was stunned. His repeated questioning truly had not shown mercy where mercy was possible. Yet earlier, he had accused Fang Yun of not understanding tolerance. Now Fang Yun's return blow confirmed that he was the one who did not understand