In the blink of an eye, everyone's vision blurred, and Ye Jun, who had just fallen flat on his face like a dog eating dirt, was suddenly standing upright again.
"Ahem, what are you all looking at?" Ye Jun raised an eyebrow at the crowd, a plaque held against his chest.
Everyone rubbed their eyes, wondering whether the face-first tumble they had just witnessed had been an illusion.
"How terrifying! The previous top scholar was already a Confucian Scholar more than ten years ago, wasn't he?"
"They say this top scholar once composed Hundred-Li Echo poetry, crushing every prodigy of his generation. No one could match him, but this..."
"Ah! But this big brother looks so young! Eee, I wuv him sooo much..."
"This Immortal Realm Painting Studio really does have a mighty expert here. At least a Great Confucian!"
A Great Confucian!
The Immortal Realm Painting Studio didn't just belong to Young Master Lin. There was also a Great Confucian here to keep everything in check!
Still, everyone now understood that they had to line up to get inside.
Some people in the crowd with ulterior motives also reined in their schemes.
And so, all the customers outside began lining up in an orderly fashion.
Of course, one mother and daughter cut in line, swearing and telling everyone not to touch them, their arrogance knowing no bounds.
Unfortunately for them, there was no shortage of capable people here. Those people weren't about to indulge the pair and simply threw them out.
Everything else went quite normally.
Constable Xing was also in line, though he was near the back.
Listening to the cries of amazement from those up ahead who had gotten their comics, Constable Xing felt an unbearable itch of anticipation.
It was such a tease!
He could hardly