Nian Shutong, who emerged from the eleventh door, stood before the twelfth door. She had a strong premonition that what lay behind this door was not another paper.
Nian Shutong extended her hand, placed it on the door, took a deep breath, and pushed forcefully. The double doors swung open in front of her as if in slow motion in a movie.
"What's this?"
Nian Shutong entered, and the door closed behind her, but something had appeared on the table before her.
"Isn't this a compass?"
Nian Shutong was completely baffled as to why there was a compass at the final door of an exam.
She sat down and, for the moment, ignored it, focusing instead on the papers on the desk. This time, she was even more bewildered.
"No questions?"
"Isn't this esoteric knowledge?"
Nian Shutong looked up; there was no one to answer her, but the questions on the paper indeed revolved around esoteric knowledge, with trigrams drawn all over, asking her to identify them and explain their meanings.
