Some disciples dove into their papers immediately, their pens moving frantically as they raced against the clock. Others simply stared at their examination sheets with blank expressions, as if the entire world had suddenly collapsed around them.
Xiang Yu began walking leisurely through the scattered disciples, his hands clasped behind his back and a satisfied smile playing across his features. He observed their various approaches with a smile causing those who saw him to feel somewhat uneasy.
Some wrote confidently, others chewed their pen tips nervously, and a few seemed to be having internal breakdowns.
He paused deliberately beside one particular disciple who was scribbling away with intense concentration. The young man looked up nervously as the Grand Elder's shadow fell across his paper.
"Sorry bud, I've always wanted to try this," Xiang Yu thought to himself in amusement. He was about to end this guy's whole career.
