In a Single Day, the Difference Was Like Clouds and Mud

Cunmu Hall already had two craftsmen who had passed the examination and entered the Dharma Appearance Sect. This was a ready-made path, and Duan Rong would not discard it just because of Wang Xun's momentary rashness.

He only worried that if Wang Xun proved careless and left loose ends in his work, he might bring trouble upon him.

Duan Rong looked at Wang Xun and asked, "Wang Xun, Yongning Temple's biennial craftsman examination—I heard Yang Ruoshui mention that it seems to be held this year?"

Wang Xun said, "Yes, my lord. The examination will take place in another two months."

"Two months?" Duan Rong frowned. "I want to take the examination. Can you arrange it?"

Wang Xun's expression froze, and a flash of astonishment passed through his eyes.

It was not only Wang Xun who was surprised. Yang Ruoshui, too, was stunned by what he heard.

Wang Xun pondered for a while before raising his head and saying, "My lord may not know this, but Yongning Temple's craftsman examination is exceedingly difficult to pass. Usually, only those with talent have even a sliver of a chance after years of arduous practice. Yet there are only two months left until the examination. Setting aside the craftsmanship itself, even those intricate and complicated patterns would be impossible to memorize in such a short time."

What Wang Xun said was naturally the truth.

Yet Duan Rong said, "You need not worry about that. Just arrange for me to participate. As for the examination, two months is actually enough."

Upon hearing this, Wang Xun seemed to want to say more. In the end, though, his lips moved, and he swallowed those words. Not long ago, he had attacked Duan Rong without distinguishing black from red, already committing an offense. How could he dare contradict