A green river was divided into two shores. All the examinees stood on the southern shore, while only Chen Changsheng stood on the opposite shore, looking rather forlorn. The declaration that had spread throughout the entire continent made this sight seem even more moving and tragic, or perhaps sorrowful. Sympathetically, or disdainfully, or indifferently, the crowd watched him, waiting for him to conclude his Grand Examination. No expected that what they heard first would be the bright call of a crane.
A line had suddenly charged out of the white clouds drifting over the capital. On the very front of this line was a white crane.
Countless eyes followed the movements of the White Crane, watched as it flew through the sky into the Garden of the Morning Sun. When it landed on the opposite shore in front of Chen Changsheng, the crowd began to react.
Is it possible? Gou Hanshi thought in surprise.
