Sir, My Hand Was Forced
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
With the ever-present autumn rain, the temperature plummeted significantly and people were starting to put on their winter clothing.
After the end of the practical combat section, the Imperial Examination would officially conclude. The core evaluation on the third day was just a formality with no suspense.
A person's core was unlikely to undergo any major changes throughout their lives.
The autumn rain continued without an end in sight.
At the rooftop of the Mentors' Office in Luojiang Academy, the wolfberry tea in Wen Ting's hand had cooled.
Fine raindrops fell from the sky but none could touch him. The blade energy surrounding Wen Ting kept him from being drenched.
Suddenly, Wen Ting lifted his head and looked into the distance. A flight sword was streaking across the sky. As it approached, Wen Ting could make out the rider.
Wen Ting was surprised and quickly masked his energy. Chao Xiaojian was here.