Li Qingxian had also heard of some of Duan Tianji's exploits. Everything had gone smoothly for him; both his strength and reputation had improved. Li Qingxian did not know why he was like this.
Li Qingxian looked toward the Fate Lake. At first glance, it seemed unchanged, but the colors of several lakes appeared to have faded.
Zhao Qingchuan continued serving as the chief examiner. "The Fate Lake changed some days ago, but it has now recovered. Please, the final five examinees, enter and proceed with the last contest. This round will determine who becomes the chief of the outer sect. Enter the lake."
The five entered the Fate Lake with practiced ease. Soaked by the lake water, they slowly closed their eyes.
When he opened his eyes, Li Qingxian found himself once again inside the circular earthen tower, with the familiar sound of clear, ringing recitation echoing in his ears.
Thus, just as before, Li Qingxian studied earnestly.
Thanks to having completed the first draft of Rectification of Fate Studies these past days, his understanding of Fate Arts had become exceptionally profound, making his studies especially easy.
After listening to every lesson on the first floor, Li Qingxian wrote down only one note.
That had once been utterly unimaginable.
Li Qingxian pondered it repeatedly and ultimately realized it was not because he had grown lazy. Rather, his understanding of fundamental Fate Arts had already become deep enough to be nearly flawless, without omission or flaw. That was why he could gain only one insight this time.
Even that sole note was merely a supplement to a minor detail, not a wholly new discovery.
Next, Li Qingxian continued to the second floor, then climbed to the third.
The first floor taught basic Fate Arts and Momentum Configuration knowledge. The second