In the lecture hall, blue smoke spiraled.
On the side table, a censer held three burning incense sticks, which served both to calm the mind and to keep time. Shi Yunlai was seated at the head, holding scrolls and occasionally glancing at the five hundred and twenty-eight disciples below, fulfilling his duty as the proctor.
The lecture hall was extremely spacious, with over five hundred wooden desks neatly arrayed, and there was still room to spare. He He sat in a central position; when the test papers were distributed, she first skimmed through the questions—some she knew, some she had a rough understanding of, and some she did not understand at all.
She was in no hurry, dipping her brush in water to slowly grind the ink. Only when her mood was completely settled did she pick up the brush to begin answering.
