Fang Yun walked to the front of everyone, and just as he stood still, he saw a portion of the people begin to bow in obeisance, followed by the crowd successively bending down in a wave-like motion.
"Students pay respects to the Void Sage Fang!"
"Students pay respects to the Void Sage Fang!"
"Students pay respects to..."
More than sixty thousand people let out ragged, uneven greetings that continuously echoed above the Literary Academy.
Many scholars felt restrained and nervous, after all, the person standing ahead was Fang Yun. There were also some scholars who felt awkward because today grain prices had soared, Fang Yun bore the greatest responsibility, and instead of dealing with the grain issue, Fang Yun had come to give a lecture, meaning things outside the academy were probably already in chaos. Only a few people cared about nothing, happily waiting for Fang Yun to lecture.
The atmosphere at the scene was somewhat complicated.
Fang Yun smiled and nodded, his Tongue Blossoms Thunder resounding. "The other day I said I would teach lessons at the Literary Academy, worrying that no one would come. Today, all of you have dispelled my doubts. It seems there are still people willing to listen to this magistrate lecture."
Numerous scholars let out soft chuckles, not expecting Fang Yun to use such an extremely ordinary opening, completely devoid of the Void Sage's arrogance and a teacher's majesty, making it feel very comfortable to listen to.
Fang Yun looked toward a twelve or thirteen-year-old child scholar, raised his chin slightly, and smiled. "Where did this stinky brat come from, why is there a vegetable leaf stuck to his clothes? I can tell at a glance that you ate scallions for breakfast."
The crowd burst into loud laughter, all understanding that the child had