Wang Qi glanced at the sky. After cramming Shenzhou mathematics without sleep or rest for several days and nights, he had been mentally drained after submitting his paper yesterday morning and had slept until the world spun dark. After waking, he had gone out for a meal to celebrate, then visited Chen Feng and exchanged a few words with Bo Xiaoya. None of that had taken much time; the sun had yet to set.
He asked curiously, "When was this book printed?"
"Today. At this time every month..." Liang Jin replied, "Several senior brothers and sisters in the Foundation Establishment Realm, along with Uncle-Master Liu, sent me to the Divine Capital branch altar to buy it back at once... Smell it—the ink is still fresh."
He had submitted his paper yesterday morning, and by this afternoon there was already a response. In other words, the higher-ups of the Myriad Dharma Sect might still be watching him. It might have been Feng Luoyi, who appreciated him; it might have been Xiboche, whom he had met only once; it might even have been Chen Jingyun, with whom he did not get along particularly well. In short, the moment his paper was submitted, it had spread through the small circle of Free and Unfettered Cultivators.
That was absolutely a good sign. In this world, earning the appreciation of elder predecessors always let one rise faster at the beginning—even if one was destined to walk a different road from those elders in the future.
Wang Qi flipped through the collection of papers in his hand with great interest, then looked at the title on the cover.
Myriad Dharma Selections. With a name like that, it had to be a journal run by the Myriad Dharma Sect itself. The defining traits of this sort of