"Does this bamboo scroll of mine count?"
Ai Xuyue looked at a half-burned bamboo scroll, asking worriedly.
"Just go pick another from the furnace!"
San Miyairi thought Ai Xuyue was crazy; at a time like this, why even care about such things? Just get a backup, or even snatch one from someone else.
Don't forget you are part of Lin Baici's group; forget those amateurs, even Chestnut medal wouldn't dare scold you.
"Oh, okay!"
Ai Xuyue quickly rushed to the furnace, ready to act.
Clap, clap, clap!
The King clapped.
Everyone immediately turned to look at him. The previously fearful expressions on their faces faded significantly when they saw the King smiling.
"Does this mean we've passed?"
"He's smiling; does this mean he's satisfied with the result?"
"Buddha bless us!"
People mumbled like criminals awaiting the Emperor's pardon at the execution ground.
The furnace flames rose again, continuing to roast the charred body of the Marquis.
