This time, none of the papermen launched an attack.
Ye Qingzhou and Xu Yuebing walked openly through the main gate, the second gate, the lecture hall, the Half-Study Hall, the Teaching Hall, the Hundred Springs Pavilion, the Imperial Library, and the Scripture Hall, unhindered all the way, bathed in the resonant sound of reading, straight to the front of the Confucius Temple.
Inside the Confucius Temple, the sages and saints of the Dongji Kingdom are enshrined, gathering the thoughts and wish power of its people.
A spiritual energy formed by pure thought permeates the whole academy, and here in the Confucius Temple, the power of thought ability is the strongest.
As Ye Qingzhou, carrying Xu Yuebing's consciousness, was about to step into the temple, two majestic sword lights flew down from the sky.
"Don't you see the Great River's water comes from the sky, rushing to the sea, never to return."
"Once, due to gambling, the Flying Divine Sword crushed the Zhongnan First Peak."
