"Mr. Yue, the good news about Nephew Yue has arrived."
Fan Zhibian said, taking the scroll.
"Ah, anything can happen. My son isn't guaranteed to take first place. Please don't laugh later, Lord Fan."
Yue Yuanshan was only being modest; deep down, he didn't believe any candidate in this year's class possessed the talent to surpass Emperor Yue Xuan.
Besides, before even entering the academy for advanced training, Emperor Yue Xuan was already practicing an Advanced Breathing Method. He was just one step away from achieving full circulation through his bloodlines. On top of that, he was number one in North City. Excelling in the first round of the academy's training was not a problem at all.
"There's no one else here, Mr. Yue, so you can drop the pleasantries. Come, let's open it together and take a look."
Fan Zhibian found Yue Yuanshan's false modesty extremely irritating. If not for Emperor Yue Xuan's undeniable talent, he would never have gotten so close to the man.
"Alright."
