, faintly echoing with the whole world.

Wang Xiaonian was shocked, and he raised his head subconsciously. Following the direction of the spirits, he saw deep in the sky, above the sky, at a latitude that ordinary people's eyes could not see, a milky-white, extremely yang-like light.

The long river passes faintly above the capital.

The long river exudes a vast, ancient and everlasting atmosphere.

The mighty river!

Wang Xiaonian just glanced at it, and suddenly his whole body was shaken. It was clear that someone broke through the bottleneck at this time, went to the holy temple, received the Confucianism and Taoism certificate, transformed his literary spirit into awe-inspiring righteousness, and was promoted to the rank of Confucianism and Taoism.

And judging from the other person's energy, he is definitely a young man no more than twenty years old.

Wang Xiaonian never expected that besides himself, there would be someone as talented as himself who would become a great Confucian like himself at this time.

"How come there are so many great scholars?"

Wang Xiaonian's face darkened a lot. No one liked the feeling of having to share with others the heights that were clearly exclusive to him.

Moreover, when did the great Confucians become like cabbages?
Chapter completed!