Jiang Ping stepped outside and saw the other geniuses taking the Provincial Examination appear one after another, each accompanied by an elder.
"I've long looked forward to meeting you."
"You're too kind."
The elders from several families were speaking with a handsome middle-aged man.
"Qing Yan, who is that young man? He looks even more outstanding than Little Song," the middle-aged man asked his niece beside him in a low voice.
"Jiang Ping."
"Him." The middle-aged man looked away and sighed softly. "What a pity."
"Sorry to have kept you all waiting. Let's go, or we'll be late."
The last to appear were the Escort Agency's Chief and Ji Baichuan.
The latter wore brand-new clothes, and the treasured sword at his waist had been replaced with a new model. It was said that the Chief had gone out of his way to procure it for him from the Luoyun Chamber of Commerce, and that it could wound someone with Seventh Grade Iron Bone.
"Brother Lin, you certainly spared no expense. In Little Ji's hands, this sword is sure to work wonders," Wei Rou's father said to Lin Yi, before lowering his voice.
"Why is your Escort Agency's other little genius taking the Provincial Examination? If he took the County Examination, he'd likely have an official qualification by now, and that would bring the Escort Agency plenty of benefits too."
"Young people all have ideas of their own." Lin Yi's response was indifferent.
Then, apart from Fang Yong, who was too embarrassed to show his face, everyone headed toward the examination grounds together.
That autumn, on the eighth day of the tenth month, the sky was overcast.
A broad square stood within the Government Office in Changping Prefecture City, its flagpoles rising like a forest.
Today was the day the