Lu Qingxuan spoke.
When he finished, it was Fu Xiuyi's turn.
The Great Aristocratic Clans, the various factions, the schools, and the departments all joined the discussion.
The room was a noisy mess.
Xu Yuan stood in the crowd, listening with nothing better to do.
The gist of it was simple—
The other Yanmen seemed to have a special Barrier. Only by earning enough Merit in the first Yanmen and saving the city could someone gain the identity of a Vanguard. Only a Vanguard could enter the other Yanmen beyond the Secret Passage!
So.
The four-person team that had saved Yanmen before had to go!
Xu Yuan listened in a daze, nearly falling asleep.
"Everyone, hold on."
Fu Xiuyi suddenly spoke.
"Imperial Preceptor Fu, what is it?" Lu Qingxuan asked.
Fu Xiuyi looked at Xu Yuan.
Following her gaze, everyone turned toward him.
They had all been watching those terrifying images. Who had thought to look at the young man standing at the back of the crowd?
Only now, on closer inspection, did they notice the cold sweat covering his forehead, the faint fluctuations of Spiritual Power around him, and the unsteadiness of his stance. Simply standing there made him look exhausted. "Forgive me for being blunt, but doesn't Xu Yuan seem... a little unwell?"
An official spoke in a low voice.
Fu Xiuyi flashed to Xu Yuan's side, took his hand, and sent Spiritual Power through him in a sweep of the Greater Celestial Circuit.
"What have you been doing lately?" Fu Xiuyi asked.
"Practicing swordsmanship, Master," Xu Yuan said helplessly.
"Good. You've worked hard. No wonder you mastered that heavenly sword art—but you need to remember to rest."
Fu Xiuyi frowned as she admonished him, though inwardly she was deeply pleased.
He had no injuries.
With this degree