What had been a perfectly good debate was repeatedly interrupted by Daoist Tong's ill-timed remarks. Many were displeased, but many others cheered.
Like her uncle, Daoist Tong had a sharp tongue; she simply did not usually care to speak. Now, seizing the chance to let loose, she had at least vented some of her anger.
The thousands of Daoist disciples fell into thought. Daoist Tong's words were brief and perhaps tinged with emotion, but what she said gave them much to ponder. This was the power of a true prophet: even without performing rites or divination, they could speak of the vicissitudes of the mortal world and leave people savoring their words endlessly.
This was a gift, but when a prophet frequently encountered the future she saw yet could not speak of it, this sort of depth would accumulate.
The Former Academy Head was pleased, but also helpless. There were three rounds to the debate, and he still had one final question. Once again, he swept a hand through empty air. The image began to sharpen from a blur, randomly settling upon a location within the several-dozen-mile radius centered on Red Leaf City.
As the scene grew clearer, the thousands of disciples cried out in surprise. Judging by the image alone, the scene that appeared was supposedly far beyond the horizon, yet right before their eyes?
It was the site of the Autumn Appreciation Convention itself!
Such a wondrous coincidence had never occurred before at the Red Leaf Autumn Appreciation Convention. In terms of probability, it was essentially impossible, yet now it had happened. What did this mean?
Taken together with the Red Leaf Daoist Academy's present circumstances, then... everyone waited eagerly.
The image finally settled. It was right here, and on the raised platform at that-the few people upon