At that moment, Zhao Qing Shu looked somewhat bedraggled. A trace of shock lurked in his eyes, but he quickly concealed it as he stepped out of the rift in the void. He looked up at the cloud clock overhead, where the vast sundial recorded the time.
It was much as he had counted silently. Although he had missed a few moments during the fighting, his estimate was more or less accurate.
A quarter of an hour... Zhao Qing Shu's heart sank, and a bitter smile touched his lips. Only after entering had he understood just how impressive, how terrifying, the Twin Buddha Child's minute and a half had been.
Among the Literary Ancestor Sacred Land's contingent, Li Qingyi and the others breathed a sigh of relief when Zhao Qing Shu finally emerged. They had feared something had gone wrong, but with the Literary Saint present, even the Buddhist Sect's World-Honored One would not dare tamper with the trial. There had to be another reason.
"Zhao Qing Shu, sixteen minutes and twenty-nine seconds!"
The Buddhist Sect's judge announced it loudly.
The crowd erupted at the disparity. The Twin Buddha Child had taken only a minute and a half, while Zhao Qing Shu was a Saint Child long renowned under the Literary Saint. He had once ventured alone into a demon territory, slain more than a dozen Dao Law Realm demons, piled up their corpses, and burned them to ashes with his sea of books. His name had once resounded throughout Azure Wave.
Now, with the passage of time, his cultivation could only have grown stronger. Yet he had actually taken sixteen minutes?
That was a full sixteenfold difference!
If such a disparity existed in a fight, the resulting battle would be simply unimaginable.
At Zhao Qing Shu's result, the prodigies