The three were still pondering when tables and chairs began descending from the sky one after another, arranging themselves before them.
The three sat down.
Then brushes, ink, inkstones, a thick stack of examination papers, and a thick stack of blank paper fell from the sky.
It was not just the three of them who were dumbfounded; everyone else was as well.
Ye Han stretched out a hand to measure them. The examination papers alone were a full half-foot thick, while the blank paper beside them was two feet thick.
"Answer the questions above. If you run out of paper, tell me at any time."
The three looked at one another, bitterness written across their faces.
Li Qingxian felt as though he had returned to his student days, remembering his former self as a poor student, and the expressions of other poor students in the examination hall.
Back then, he had been far more confident than he was now.
"Begin answering." The aged voice rang out.
The three sighed in unison, picked up their brushes, dipped them in ink, and slowly began answering.
The questions were fairly simple at first, but they grew harder and harder as they went on.
Li Qingxian was somewhat anxious at first, but after taking a deep breath, he recalled Jiang Youfei and Zhao Yishan's guidance, recalled what he had once learned, and gradually regained his calm. Methodically, word by word and sentence by sentence, he earnestly answered every question.
As he wrote, Li Qingxian forgot about the examination. It was as though he were reliving his life in Fate Arts, and an indescribable thread of joy rose within him, accompanied by a faint tranquility.
Li Qingxian wrote the slowest of the three, because even while solving problems, he had grown accustomed to following Zhao