In the afternoon, everyone walked into another examination hall to begin the archery test.
Hundreds of child scholars wore varied expressions as they entered the grounds and received bows and arrows from the examiners.
Lu Chang'sheng knew that the feel of a bow mattered, so after collecting his bow and arrows, he stood to the side, repeatedly drawing and releasing the bowstring.
He glanced around and soon sized up the situation.
Of these hundreds of child scholars, only a handful would likely pass the archery portion.
Many of them couldn't even pull the bow properly—their awkward poses meant hitting the target would be sheer dumb luck.
"Zhang Heng, Ma Li..."
The examiner began calling names one by one after a brief test.
At first, Lu Chang'sheng paid little attention, until he noticed the nobles standing there unfazed, some even receiving special bows and arrows. Suddenly, a sense of unease crept over him.
"Can these nobles really use their own custom bows and arrows?"
