After the third question, nothing changed for the vast white world. The old monks sat in front of him like statues and there was no response.
Mike sat cross-legged and waited calmly. He did not try to curry any favor when he phrased his answers, nor did he try to guess what was on their minds and what they were expecting based on their questions. Since the Three-monk Hall was able to fail countless talents before him, there must be something special about it. It might be unwise to try to act smart in front of them.
He was done. He had said everything that was to say without any hesitation, nor did he try to phrase the perfect answer. They were nothing but truths.
That was his answer and it was time to wait for the trial.
A long silence ensued before a voice echoed through t
