Mu Yi'an and Mu Han Yan, they really came. Kang Qingyuan and the others exchanged glances.
"Come in." Wen Rongsong said arrogantly.
As Ye Yi'an walked into the central hall, Mu Han Yan felt her eyes brighten.
The hall was six or seven zhang wide and over ten zhang high, with sunlight streaming through the eight high windows, giving a sense of majesty mixed with mystery.
Three white-haired priests sat arrogantly on a high platform opposite them, looking down at them. If they guessed correctly, these should be the priests in charge of the examination.
At some distance, another young priest sat alongside them. This priest looked extremely refined, seeming about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, yet carried a certain youthful naïveté not fitting his age. Unlike the other older priests, his face showed no arrogance, but rather a worried and troubled look.
