"I have finished writing."
In just one hour, Jiang Yuebai completed all fifty pages of the exam, handing them over with a furrowed brow, unsure whether she was dissatisfied with her answers or faced with a puzzling challenge.
The middle-aged female cultivator who came to collect the exam noticed her expression and comforted, "Fellow Daoist, don't worry. This exam is indeed quite difficult. Even I, as the Great Elder of the Secret Academy overseeing all the books and cultivation techniques of the Zhuge Family, couldn't answer everything correctly. This is merely to understand your strengths and weaknesses comprehensively and won't affect anything."
"Okay."
Jiang Yuebai nodded absentmindedly, seemingly lost in thought. Both her hands slightly twitched, and her frown deepened. Finally, she simply took out a booklet and picked up a pen, writing vigorously.
