"Prefect Dong, we are examiners. We are marking papers." Registrar Zhou gave a light cough.
"The Sacred Academy will send someone to take this Classic Interpretation away tomorrow. Naturally, we must study it carefully today!" Prefect Dong said.
As he spoke, Prefect Dong spread the four pages of Classic Interpretation across the table in order, then concentrated and examined them word by word.
Academy Lord Feng and Registrar Zhou stood nearby and read carefully as well. The three men read in exactly the same way: they were not merely looking and memorizing, but imprinting everything into their minds.
They had to understand not only the article's contents, but also remember the distinctive strokes of every character. Once an article reached a certain level, every character contained the author's spirit. Thought and writing would inevitably resonate, allowing others to resonate with the original author through reading the words.
As they struggled to memorize the article, the three examiners' Literary Qi gradually depleted.
Registrar Zhou was a Provincial Graduate, and his Literary Qi was exhausted first. Before long, Academy Lord Feng began resting, while Prefect Dong held on until the end.
"You should have a look too." After saying this to the other Provincial Graduates from the Literary Academy, Prefect Dong walked over to rest beside Registrar Zhou and Academy Lord Feng.
Prefect Dong sighed softly. "I once thought Fang Yun only had talent in poetry and verse, and might not be outstanding in other respects. Only after reading his Classic Interpretation did I understand how terrifying this man is. Though his opening was ingenious, it was still only a summary of what had come before. But when he discussed the rites of the future, every word was like a star, shining in the sky, fully capturing the wondrous essence of rites."