Su Quan sensed an unusual aura.
How could there be such a flourishing of literary brilliance, an outpouring of Literary Qi, in a mere courtyard examination hall?
This discovery caused the always somewhat tense Su Quan to suddenly have a slight shift in his mood.
He immediately turned his head to look at one of the vice examiners beside him, Ding Qian, the Prefect of Yunjiang.
It turned out that Ding Qian also seemed to have noticed something, as his slightly plump face suddenly displayed a forcibly restrained expression of joy.
Su Quan didn't want to say anything, feeling a bit disdainful of this person's lack of decorum, which was truly unbecoming of a Grandmaster's demeanor.
Oh, right, he wasn't a Grandmaster.
In this setting, I am the Grandmaster.
Then there's no problem.
Su Quan gathered his heart and spirit and noted the direction of the anomaly.
