Bai Lian was at the end of the line and slowly replied, "I'll do my best."
The young man scratched his head.
Up ahead, Jian Rong, who had been joined by many others, also noticed a girl in the group. Girls were rare in the Beicheng Writers' Association, so he turned to Qiu Boqing and asked, "Do you know that girl?"
Qiu Boqing didn't look back, just nodded his head.
"To be selected to participate, she must be quite skilled, right?" Jian Rong was a bit curious; he somewhat wanted to get to know her.
Upon hearing this, Qiu Boqing scoffed, "She hasn't even passed Level 9."
"Ah..." Jian Rong immediately lost interest.
Among their group, which one hadn't scored above 80 in Level 9, and yet here was someone who hadn't even taken the assessment.
The doors of the Traditional Calligraphers Association were heavy and dignified, with wooden plaques and golden beams. The gateway was eight meters wide, with stone lions squatting on either side, where everyone came to check in.