One hour later.
A man walked in, carrying a bowl of vermicelli.
The doctor pushed the bowl to the edge of the table and handed over chopsticks, "Young Master Jue, could you please pick up these vermicelli and put them into another bowl?"
Mo Nanjue's handsome face was cold, clearly reluctant, so the man hurriedly added, "This is part of the examination previously set by Young Master An... It's all written here."
Mo Nanjue glanced at it before reaching out to take the chopsticks.
He tried to lift the vermicelli from the bowl but only managed to pick them up. The noodles were slippery; as he tried to move them over, they slid back into the bowl. Even when he exerted force on his wrist, he found it very difficult to lift again.
Over a dozen attempts, he still couldn't pick up even a single chopstick-full.
The doctor, seeing this, looked downcast, and after removing the vermicelli, brought up a small safe.
"Young Master Jue, could you please open the safe?"
