Zhong Qing was a descendant of Ancient Sage Zi Lu. He was the person-in-charge for conducting this year's entrance examination for the Great Phrontistery of Confucianism. He was also the middle-aged man who had read the rules in the sky earlier prior to the commencement of the examination.
Unlike the other teachers, he returned back to his room after activating the formation surrounding the mountain. He didn't wait at the elimination region for the revelation of the results.
It was just a freshman selection examination; it would do for him to just know the final results. Such a trivial event was not worth his constant attention.
He stood before a table, dabbed a brush with ink, and began writing on a sheet of paper. The scent of ink swiftly suffused the room.
His handwriting was neat, and the characters he wrote carried deep conceptions behind them. With just a glance, one could feel the serene state he was in.
Hu!
