While the crowd of examinees left the exam venue in an overall gloomy atmosphere, the three grandmasters present stopped a certain person from doing the same.
"Young Artisan, congratulations on your advancement. I am Hypotia," said the white-haired middle-aged woman amongst the three with a smile on her face, to which Emery replied with a polite thank you.
The other man besides Grandmaster Hazard, whom Emery recognized, Grandmaster Anmir stopped his female colleague and said, "You don't need to act like that, Hypotia. The young man already has a master he acknowledged."
The woman appeared interested by the notion and proceeded to prod her colleague deeper. After knowing that it was her other colleague – Grandmaster Grom, she squinted her eyes before speaking in a rather aggressive tone.
This chapter reminds me of myself during my first-year graduate architecture study when the teacher told me that I have no passion for Architecture - that really hurt... probably my passion is in Writing.. what do you think?