"Didn't ask you," Chen Shijie snapped.
"The twelve-hour grass is a derivative species." Xue Wenzhong furrowed his brow. "It's a derivative species cultivated by Shangluo Academy. I only saw it once, twenty-six years ago."
Tang Wanchun, Gao Linong, and Pang Yuan remained silent.
They had only heard about it but had never seen it and didn't understand it well.
"What does it mean?" Long Xiao, the outsider, was completely confused. "Is the question difficult?"
"It's extremely difficult." Xue Wenzhong shook his head helplessly. "It's easy for some hopeful officials to fail this stage."
He began to worry about Zhao Xing.
"What's to worry about? If it's difficult, it's difficult for everyone, not just Zhao Xing." Long Xiao sat back down.
"General Long doesn't understand," Xue Wenzhong said. "The practical exam determines everything. If one can't even pass this stage, no matter how strong they were before, it's useless."
"The question is so obscure that it could easily lead to..."