As Zhaoge's voice rang out.
Xu Qingxiao quickly rose and climbed out of the literary pool.
Sure enough, inside the great hall, Zhaoge had manifested his true form and looked extremely excited.
"Brother Zhaoge, have you remembered?"
Xu Qingxiao was so excited that he failed to notice the changes that had taken place in the Literary Palace.
"Brother Qingxiao, I remember! I really do remember!"
Extremely excited, Zhaoge grabbed Xu Qingxiao's shoulders, brimming with joy.
"Brother Zhaoge, what did you remember?"
Xu Qingxiao asked, a smile on his face as well.
"I remembered many things. I still haven't remembered my identity, but I remembered a great deal about the Martial Dao."
Zhaoge spoke excitedly.
"The Martial Dao?"
Xu Qingxiao was a little stunned.
Why the Martial Dao?
Shouldn't it have been the Confucian Dao?
But Xu Qingxiao soon recalled that the great sage had excelled in both literary and martial pursuits. He had attained sagehood through the Confucian Dao, but his Martial Dao had also been formidable. Born in the Age of Utter Darkness, it was hardly strange for a scholar to practice martial arts.
Zhaoge was revered as a Half-Saint, so surely everyone could accept that he knew some martial arts.
Besides, upon closer thought, remembering the Martial Dao was even better. Wasn't Xu Qingxiao himself a martial artist?
As for the Confucian Dao, although he would need Zhaoge's guidance later on, his current attainments were already quite good for this early stage. Pushing them further would be like pulling up seedlings to help them grow.
"Yes, the Martial Dao."
"Brother Qingxiao, as a Half-Saint of the human race, it's only reasonable that I know some martial arts."
"And Brother Qingxiao, take a look at what has appeared in this Literary Palace."
Zhaoge was in excellent spirits.
"What has