"The Analects" has over ten thousand words, even if others read it out loud, it would take an hour. But Fang Yun had already finished reciting it in an hour and a half.

The people present had been standing here quietly listening for over an hour.

"...not fond of music, but came from a friend. Not inclined to speak, but learns when it is time to do so: that is what I call a wise man."

Fang Yun recited the last word with a slightly hoarse voice, and the whole room fell silent.