As Yu Ziqing emerged, the thick fog dissipated, Wanjun stood dazedly in place, with vast Qi beginning to emanate from her body, transforming the surrounding white mist into countless words.
Every line of text emitted its own sound, either imposing or righteous.
These were the voices left by the Great Scholars of the former Jixia Academy, things that have now become part of the Academy's teaching materials.
Wanjun's aura began to rise straight up, her eyes filled with the wisdom of accumulation, her entire demeanor becoming more composed.
Her aura climbed all the way to the Ninth Tier Peak, as if it could continue to rise, but she deliberately cut off this ascension.
Without accumulation, without turning into a foundation, continuing to rise would only be like pulling seedlings to help them grow.
She looked towards Yu Ziqing, a hint of complexity flashing in her eyes; she could no longer determine Yu Ziqing's true identity, or even if Yu Ziqing was human at all.
