Officials from the county city were still at Tianxin Square. However, the number had increased from four to sixteen, including those responsible for the Agricultural Affairs Bureau, the Martial Division, the Heavenly Workshop, and the Weaving Division. Since the civil servant assessment concluded, they seemed to have turned into statues, waiting for the appointed time to reopen the Tianxin Hall.
"Why is time passing so slowly today?" Xiao Ze rubbed his hands, feeling a bit sweaty in his palms.
"It's not that time is passing slowly; it's that you're too anxious," Wen Nanxing whispered beside him.
"Aren't you anxious?" Xiao Ze replied, "If I don't succeed, I'll have to wait another year. Who knows what next year will be like?"
Wen Nanxing had no words to respond; in fact, he was also feeling uneasy inside.
"The only one who seems to have a good chance is Zhao Xing," Wen Nanxing said, looking at Zhao Xing's back in front of him, who was chatting and laughing with Zong Shichang.
"Then Zong Shichang doesn't seem anxious at all. Does he have confidence in passing?" Xiao Ze looked puzzled at the front, straining to eavesdrop on their conversation.