Mi Fengdian looked at Wang Jinglong approaching slowly and said, "Since the Eastern Sage has come, he should transmit his voice with a flick of his fingers."
"No need. Those who should know will naturally know. Those who should not know, will not."
A strange glint flashed through the eyes of the three Half-Sage examiners. They were faintly shocked, but none of them spoke. They continued watching the nine illusory Book Mountains.
Under everyone's gaze, Fang Yun slowly stepped onto the Third Pavilion.
Dictation.
Fang Yun looked at the two simple words on the plaque. Just as he was wondering how the test would be conducted, the chirping of insects and singing of birds suddenly rang out beside his ears, rising and falling in a rather pleasant rhythm.
An old gentleman with white hair and beard appeared ten feet before Fang Yun. The elder was lean and tall, with keen, spirited eyes.
"I speak. You write. It ends after two quarters of an hour. No more than five characters may be wrong. You have three chances."
"Yes, Elder." Fang Yun politely cupped his hands.
The sounds of insects and birds still had not stopped.
Fang Yun immediately understood. This was testing a person's concentration, memory, composure, discernment, and more. When fighting a war on paper or reciting fluently, one was most easily disturbed by the outside world. Any accident could lead to failure—and then death.
A brush already soaked in thick ink appeared out of thin air in Fang Yun's hand. He swiftly lowered it over the page, took a deep breath, and prepared to write at any moment.
Boom...
A bolt of lightning suddenly appeared in the sky and struck directly between Fang Yun and the old man. Fang Yun instinctively retreated to dodge it. The dazzling light made