National Academy Supervisor Wang Shu stood in a corner to the side, holding a roll of white silk in his hands. The white silk was woven from the finest "Cloud Pattern Brocade," its texture delicate, its surface smooth as a mirror.
The silk was already filled with the sacrificial text.
The sacrificial text totaled three thousand words, not a single character could be wrong, not a single stroke careless. With every stroke that fell, a strand of Literary Energy had to be infused; with every character formed, it had to be gently nurtured by the Heart Spirit. The slightest mistake would render the entire piece void, to be discarded and rewritten.
Wang Shu was making a final inspection.
Not long after, Jixia Academy Sacrificial Wine Han Song arrived together with the Huazhang Country Lord.
Zheng Jing and Wang Shu both bowed to pay their respects.
