On the platform beneath the Brocade Painting, several Western Seat Teachers cried out in alarm, "Quick, save her!"
The girl Wutong was sent out of the Brocade Painting. Her five viscera and six bowels were on the verge of rupturing, and blood continually poured from her mouth.
This had never happened in any previous grand examination. Injuries sustained within the Brocade Painting were, at most, wounds of flesh and skin; it was impossible to suffer fatal harm.
The Ten Brocade Pictures could protect Scholars from fatal injuries, yet this girl had suffered a mortal wound within the painting. Could it be that some Scholar had been able to resist the suppression of the Ten Brocade Pictures?
One Western Seat Teacher after another raised their heads and gazed up at the Ten Brocade Pictures, their eyes flickering. "That final Scholar left in the painting is probably the revived Human Demon!"
"Seven days ago, I was still a boy from Tianmen Town. I had four foxes by my side; they were my classmates."
Su Yun leaned against the throne atop the highest floor of Sky Tower Beautiful Scenery and looked out the door. Beyond it stretched a long corridor, and at the end of that corridor stood the palace gates. Outside lay a sky as blue-green as beryl.
"At that time, the only thing troubling me was that an old man I respected in town might not have been human."
He rose to his feet and walked outside, idle melancholy welling up in his heart. It has only been seven days. How did I get swept into all these strange and bizarre matters?
He hobbled through the corridor and arrived before the palace gates, placing both hands on the railing.
The world before him remained bright and beautiful. The desert formed by