Snap.
On the turtle shell, a spark leapt from the gap kissed by the flames, standing out vividly in the suffocating atmosphere. Perhaps it sensed the heavy stares around it, as the flame trembled, quietly withdrawing some of its fervor and dimming slightly.
Deep inside the Octagonal Tower.
The divination group's Great Diviners sat together, observing the flickering campfire beneath Mr. Zhuge's hands and the dark yellow turtle shell above it, remaining silent for a time.
After a moment, Li Si, the Great Diviner from the Xianqin Hunting Group, broke the silence first:
"Seconded."
He fiddled with the Cao Herb before him, squinting as if assessing the number of herbs between his fingers and the distance between them. Following him, the other Great Diviners expressed their opinions one by one:
"Seconded."
"Seconded."
"Seconded."
Whoa!
