Thousands of students from the academy lined up on the grassland.

"Hey, Brother Fang!" The young noble greeted Fang Yun across Qiao Juzhe.

Fang Yun turned to see the young noble with a seemingly friendly smile. To his left stood Wei Yu, the very person Fang Yun intended to expel from the academy.

The young noble said, "Usually, entering Lingyan individually consumes too much literary talent at the ** Pavilion. By going together, we save the Holy Temple's literary talent. However, I didn't inform you in advance, Brother Fang. I hope you can forgive me."