Mi Fengdian looked at the slowly approaching Wang Jinglong and said, "Since the Eastern Saint is here, we should communicate with a snap of our fingers."

"No need. Those who should know will naturally know, and those who don't, well, they just won't."

A hint of surprise flashed in the eyes of the three Semi-Saint examiners, but none of them said anything, continuing to watch the phantom of the nine Book Mountains.

Under everyone's gaze, Fang Yun slowly stepped into the third pavilion.