"Bunch of bastards!" Ao Huang slowly descended, cursing under his breath.
Yu Bachi said softly, "Void Sage Fang answered so quickly. Perhaps he might get them all right."
"You think I don't know your Human Race's Half-Sages? If Appeal to the Sage's Words were so easy to ace, the Ten Kingdoms wouldn't produce an A-grade result only once every few years. The key isn't whether the test is difficult, but that the pace is too fast. A thirty-page examination has to be finished in half an hour—who can get a Perfect Sweep? As long as it isn't a Perfect Sweep, they will definitely find an excuse to attack Fang Yun!"
"Still, given Void Sage Fang's temperament, he shouldn't have so readily agreed to their little trick. Either he has everything well in hand, or he has something up his sleeve."
"Something up his sleeve?" Ao Huang pondered. Could Fang Yun have something to rely on?
Every twenty breaths, the examination papers were turned by one page. After the final page was turned, Chief Clerk Shen Ming smiled and said, "Everyone, there are still one hundred breaths left. Do not rush."
Shen Ming looked at Fang Yun, amusement in his eyes. The farther they went, the more time Fang Yun spent answering each question, until later on he was almost writing without pause. Several questions toward the end required copying out an entire text from memory, often over a thousand characters. Even with Swift Writing, Fang Yun could not possibly finish a page within twenty breaths.
Although they had now turned to the thirtieth page, Fang Yun had yet to look up. He was still answering the questions on page twenty-nine.
More than ten breaths later, Fang Yun finally raised his head, glanced over the thirtieth examination sheet, and lowered his