"Did I pass the imperial examination?"
Zeng Anmin blinked.
He raised his head toward the disciples of the Profound Formation Division standing atop the platform.
"You passed! You passed!"
The Profound Formation Division disciples' faces were flushed red as well.
None of their gazes fell on Zeng Anmin.
Instead, they seemed to be awaiting something, staring fixedly above Zeng Anmin's head.
Buzz!!
When Zeng Anmin curiously looked overhead,
he saw a vast cyan radiance slowly gathering in the air.
Boom!!!
As the cyan light condensed, a painting slowly unfolded.
Within the painting,
stood a young man with a resolute gaze.
His figure was tall and majestic.
He tilted his head slightly upward, revealing a sharply defined face.
A breeze lifted the hem of his robes, stirring a bearing so dashing that it made young maidens blush.
He looked at the armored soldiers before him, wild arrogance gleaming between his brows.
His mouth was open, as though he were saying something to those soldiers.
Before him,
the armored soldiers looked at him with fervor, worship, and faith.
As though they were disciples of that young man.
Buzz!!
A line of ancient cyan characters gathered into a vertical inscription.
The words settled on the right side of the painting.
"The enemy may go; so may I!"
The next moment,
the painting suddenly shot forth with a howl.
Bang!!!
The painting flew straight toward an enormous stone wall above the platform.
Crack.
As though carved by knives and axes, chunks of stone debris fell from the wall.
That enormous painting was actually imprinted directly upon the stone wall.
Everyone stared blankly at the sight.
Even Zeng Anmin was stunned.
He raised his head and looked blankly at the painting on the stone wall.
Wasn't the person in the painting himself??
What did