"Virtue... Of three thousand zhang."
The grey-robed abbess from the Seven Dust Temple spoke with difficulty.
"Who is this senior Daoist... What divine being could he be?"
A powerful figure spoke solemnly.
"Could it be... A saint has manifested?!"
Shen Li's heart shook as he trembled with these words.
"...It must be so! It must be so!"
Beside him, Hu Qingsong, the vice chancellor of Sancai Academy, was visibly excited:
"He Yuanfeng acted against the heavens, seeking to destroy our Confucian lineage... Heaven has not forsaken our Confucian path! Heaven has not forsaken us!"
After speaking, the Vice Chancellor laughed and cried simultaneously, overwhelmed by his emotions.
In the high heavens.
He Yuanfeng's golden light of virtue was dispersed by Lu Xuan, and he knelt on the ground.
