One week passed in the blink of an eye.
The twelve selected candidates threw themselves into training and last-minute breakthroughs. Most finished early and were eager to prove themselves against the haughty Lower Heaven geniuses who had always looked down on Mortal Realm cultivators as country bumpkins.
Su Liyue in particular buried herself in dusty tomes on politics, resource allocation, provincial governance and anything else she could get her hands on. She wanted to be ready if any written or oral trial touched on governance.
However, Zhen Rou spent the days quietly miserable.
She hated the thought of her husband facing Lower Heaven monsters in the same examination hall.
The so-called "choice" to participate was a cruel joke.
For Li Qingmu it was accept or die.
