This time, there were a total of one hundred and twenty-nine participants in the writing competition.
The top ten will receive exquisite small gifts prepared by the organizers.
As soon as Bob sent over the results, they couldn't wait to open them.
Han Zhan's eyes swiftly scanned the list on the form, and soon he saw a familiar pen name.
[Sword Qi of Clear Autumn], ranked 120th.
Story review: Young man, is there only killing and being killed in your world?
Additional comment: Due to the first judge being injured in the eyes by the sword qi filling the article during reading, he has been urgently sent to the hospital for treatment, and ten points were deducted!
Han Zhan's mouth slightly twitched, almost losing his composure, but fortunately, he managed to keep his expressions in check.
Otherwise, he was worried that an Xuanyuan Sword would be lodged on his forehead.
Regardless, Xiao Jin ranking 120th was also within expectations.
