Zhao Xing originally intended to turn in his paper and go eat, but since Chen Shijie had spoken, he had no choice but to stand by and wait.
The judges graded the papers separately, each responsible for part of the grading, then they cross-checked each other's work.
After all, there were only a little over five hundred papers, not too many.
But they couldn't afford any mistakes.
Xue Wenzhong first came upon the question "The wind blows from the south of the city with brutality."
Seeing that Zhao Xing had avoided the question's pitfalls and answered perfectly, half of the weight in his heart was lifted.
"He thoroughly remembered Caoxi True Monarch's methods, which makes sense, as most of his magic was taught by the True Monarch."
Next, he saw the question "The land is cold in the spring, unused by wood, steamed by the summer sun, and locusts thrive."
Upon reading Zhao Xing's answer, Xue Wenzhong's mind was at ease.
His gloomy face cleared up, even revealing a smile.
