Tong Li looked up at Fang Yun, noticing that there was no sign of pain on his face. A trace of shock flashed in his eyes before he lowered his head, hiding his expression from Fang Yun.

At this moment, a young man with thick eyebrows spoke loudly, "If my guess is correct, this wind is similar to the peculiar wind of the Holy Land. It doesn't harm the body, but only injures the courage to write. It seems that we are here in spirit, not in body. Book Mountain is different from the Holy Land and the Sea of Learning. There's no need for competition, just do your best! I hope everyone's commitment to the Path of the Saints remains firm. Don't let fame and fortune corrupt your heart of benevolence and righteousness, lest you fail to condense the courage to write in the future."

"But isn't that Mo Banzhi, the rising star of the Mo family?" someone asked.

"That would be me."