Qin Hua'an had never thought that he would lose in a Primordial Spirit confrontation. He had never thought of it.
He had been waiting for this Hall Examination. He had absolute confidence that he could suppress everyone to reach the peak and become the top scholar. He could truly hold his head high in front of his father.
He had waited too long for this day. He had prepared too long.
From the moment he realized that he had an outstanding cultivation talent, he had started to look forward to this day. He wanted his father to look at him seriously and dote on him. He would not hate him and ignore him just because his biological mother was a maidservant.
However, on this day, a black mountain appeared in front of him, shattering his Primordial Spirit's pool of lightning and splitting open the ink rain that filled the sky, as if it wanted to almost cut open this first-grade Spirit Refinement ink treasure Mountain and River Painting,