After finishing the writing, everyone read through it a dozen times, carefully pondering each word and sentence they wrote.
Soon, half an hour had passed.
It was merely one or two pages, yet they spent a whole half hour writing it.
After finishing, the more torturous process began.
Sikong Zhuxing sat in the grand hall, looking down and flipping through the pages one by one. When he suddenly raised his head, his cold gaze falling upon them, everyone was startled.
"Si Haixian, as the Domain Master of Primordial Yang Domain, you should be well-versed in the matters of the domain, yet you wrote a bunch of useless things?"
Si Haixian wasn't surprised, because he knew the content he wrote would inevitably attract Sikong Zhuxing's scrutiny; after all, he was the former Domain Master of Primordial Yang Domain.
