Under the night sky, Fang Yun stepped down from the podium.

Rows of large red lanterns hung high in the air, still illuminating the entire venue. Previously, the glow of the red lanterns resembled dried bloodstains, but now, the red light filled the space like flowing blood, surging forward like a river of knowledge, like the water of civilization, pouring into the vast ocean of the Path of the Saints, strengthening the power of the human race.

The medical family members who remained had undergone a transformation; many had fewer white hairs, the wrinkles on their faces had faded, and their Courage to Write became more translucent.

The faint scent of blood was gradually replaced by the fragrance of apricot blossoms.