Second by second, time passed. Shen Ming's voice grew increasingly dry, while the faces of the Left Prime Minister's faction of officials became uglier and uglier.
Fang Yun had not made a single mistake.
Everyone present could answer the later questions, but it was difficult to finish writing them in a short time. Thus, even without consulting the Sacred Academy's answers, they could determine whether the answers were right or wrong.
When Shen Ming finished reciting the final question, the scene fell silent.
Ao Huang chuckled. "A bunch of stinking fish and rotten shrimp thought that by ganging up more than ten against one, you could surpass Fang Yun on some question? What a fool's dream! Half an hour, all correct—that's a Perfect Sweep. What else do you have to say?"
Yu Bachi sneered. "Many thanks to Registrar Shen for helping Void Sage Fang build his fame and solidify Fang Top-Class's literary reputation!"
"He was Fang Top-Class to begin with. It would have been strange if he could not do it," Shen Ming said stubbornly.
Though Shen Ming spoke like that on the surface, inwardly he cursed without end. If Fang Yun had gotten even one question wrong today, they could have kept stirring up momentum. Once the great event of March seventeenth occurred, the effect would have doubled!
Ao Huang looked at Shen Ming with disdain. "Registrar Shen, shall we compete once more? After competing in the Appeal to the Sage's Words, it should be time to compete in poetry."
"County Magistrate Fang is the Poem Ancestor. There is no need to compare poetry," Shen Ming said.
"At least you know your place! Pah!" Ao Huang spat at Shen Ming.
Everyone was stunned. Ao Huang was far too bold. If a Human Race scholar had done such a thing