"You... you're actually Martial Scholars?!"
"How could people like you pass the Martial Examination? It's just not right! It's completely unfair..."
A crowd of sour-smelling Scholars stared, their eyes wide and their faces a kaleidoscope of colors, as if a dye vat had been overturned on them.
They, the Civil Scholars, had put in so much effort to get this far.
Burning the midnight oil, rising before the crack of dawn, forgoing sleep and food.
Some of their families had even sold off so much land, all just to pave the way for their studies.
And in the end, they failed, while two gluttons who did nothing but feast in restaurants every day had both passed and become the even more distinguished Martial Scholars.
It was unfair. Simply and utterly unfair.
However, they certainly didn't dare to curse Fang Yue and his companion anymore.
Those two were Martial Scholars, while they were mere Civil Scholars.
