No?
Why didn't you say so earlier?
Teacher, you saw it all. It's not that I don't want to take the exam—it's that the Association won't let me!
At that, the corners of Ji Jue's mouth rose instinctively, only for his brow to furrow again as his expression gradually turned grave.
—Why not?
It was like saying, "Accepting a gift doesn't mean I consented." Me thinking I can't take the exam and you not letting me take it are two entirely different matters!
Besides, no matter how much he claimed he lacked confidence, Ji Jue had never entirely lacked the thought: It's just an Artisan exam. Put in some effort, and I'll get it done.
Just as Professor Ye had said.
At heart, he was a restless sort.
He could not bear to fade into mediocrity and incompetence, nor could he endure the torment of idle days with nothing to do.
If his teacher believed he could obtain the license, then there was no reason for him to cower.
Setting aside the benefits that came with the Association's endorsement, the record set long ago by the Grandmaster Heavenly Furnace lay right before him. If possible, who would not want to strive to surpass it?
Even if Heavenly Furnace had somehow spent three months busy preparing for the civil service exams, wasn't he himself attending correspondence night school?
No matter how many messy worries and calculations there were, once he decided to begin, he had to cast them aside and charge forward with all his strength. How could he dump the blame and give up the moment he encountered the slightest problem?
Ji Jue's expression shifted, gradually becoming solemn.
"Could you tell me the reason?"
Was it infighting within the Association? Restrictions imposed by those people his teacher had beaten up?