Bab 132: The Last Two to Hand in Their Exams

Brushes moved across the snow-white paper like people wandering about a desert, silence punctuated by the rustling of sand.

It seemed like many mulberry trees had instantly grown within the Hall of Shining Words, each raising up many silkworms.

Chen Changsheng gripped his brush and seriously answered the questions on the test. His brush on the exam was like a lingering serpent, one brush for a single stroke so seriously drawn that he gave off an air of caution.