These Martial Scholars were something else. The moment they heard there was a free meal and the chance to land a generous offer, they called all their friends and came running.
Over a hundred people.
That was almost a third of all the candidates in the Prefecture Examination.
The Scholars who had already arrived were all dressed in Martial Artist's short tunics, yet they sat primly before their dining tables. They even greeted each other in a bookish, refined manner, creating a rather incongruous sight.
Zhao Ci didn't greet them ahead of time. He simply sat in the host's seat, quietly watching the people come and go.
But then, unexpectedly, he saw a familiar figure.
A little surprised, he waved to the person in the distance.
"Yang Mo!"
It was none other than his 'waste' of a friend from the Dian Nan Yang Clan.
The very one who had sold him those mushrooms.
