They unanimously threw their full support behind Fang Yang, establishing him as the leader of the current younger generation and allowing the young prodigies to rally around him.
An invisible crisis was completely averted.
...
"Thunder Saint Academy, I'm back." Fang Yang's eyes were deep and distant.
The moment he returned, he made his way to the Bai Zhi Dojo.
The Bai Zhi Dojo was filled with drifting immortal energy and a pervasive divine glow, a picture of peace and serenity.
After enduring a series of brutal battles, arriving here felt like a cleansing for Fang Yang's already tranquil soul.
It became just as it once was: clear as a mirror, unstained by a speck of dust.
At this moment, he was dressed in a dark black Daoist robe, his figure tall and straight. He moved with an effortless grace, exuding an air of freedom, like a banished immortal roaming the mortal realm—transcendent and detached.
"Ah Yang?!"
