In the end, Wei Song didn't actually turn into a corpse; he awoke by himself in the late afternoon.
Struggling, he took a few handfuls of the medicinal powder he brought, and his breath gradually steadied.
However, he looked like an eggplant struck by frost, his face pale as a ghost, no longer glancing around, just lowering his head to answer the test questions.
Chen Xu slightly closed his eyes, recalling the Sea of Literature technique taught by Ji Weizi.
After finishing the thesis, he felt as if he had captured some kind of spiritual mechanism, and with each breath, there was always an impulse as if something was about to burst forth.
But he knew that it wasn't enough yet.
He still needed to continue to nurture and wait.
Thus passed the first day of the exam.
At night, sleeping in the examination hall, there seemed to be faint sounds of sobbing all around.
Moonlight illuminated the world, yet who knew if it could shine into everyone's dreams.
