As stated in Elder Tian Ji’s evaluation at the time of the proclamation’s update, he had been influenced by Chen Chang Sheng quite strongly; such as, at this moment and time, seeing the figure of Chen Chang Sheng, he quickly removed himself from the misery he was previously mired in; preparing to meditate and recover his True Essence.
Since there was the possibility of a second tournament, he had to at least make it into the Third Grade, otherwise, he really would start to feel diminished in front of Chen Chang Sheng.
This wasn’t a matter of achievement in realms, but a matter of will.
The tower door opened, Chen Chang Sheng and that scholar named Huo Guang walked in.
They were separated by a distance of tens of metres; standing upon the sand covered floor, they quietly faced each other.
If one were to carefully observe, they would perhaps be able to see the faint existence of blood stains below the yellow sand near their feet, these were probably left behind by the examinees in the previous duel.
“I’ve heard about you,” Huo Guang broke the silence, staring at him and continued, “from before arriving at the Capital.”
That scholar from Scholartree Manor looked to be around 18, 19 years of age, his expression was cold; he and his other fellow students looked as if they had been carved out from a single mould; in truth, their features were not similar at all, the only reason why they gave this feeling was because the young scholars from Scholartree Manor gave off a hard to describe type of aura.
Chen Chang Sheng didn’t answer; he didn’t feel the need to.
“I knew that I would run into you at the Grand Examination,” Huo Guang looked at him calmly and continued, “from before arriving at the Capital.”