One day later.
Fang Xing stared at the three stone tablets in his hand.
Through the different degrees of rubbings, he could clearly observe the insights of these three people.
"Mo Yan... among the insights of the three, you are the worst."
He first commented on the first stone tablet. Mo Yan's body trembled immediately, and his face turned pale.
"But you still put in some effort. I reward you with a small trinket. You can leave now."
Fang Xing waved his hand, casually dismissing Mo Yan, and then picked up the second stone tablet. "Sang Song... Based on the insights on the tablet, you can be ranked second…"
Sang Song's expression turned dejected, looking very disappointed.
"But in reality… you deliberately concealed your skills during the carving process… Do you not wish to serve us, the outsiders?"
Fang Xing sneered.
Sang Song's face changed dramatically. "Master… Sang Song would never dare!"
