As the final round of advancement was nearing its end, Master of "The Book of Changes" had yet to appear in the central square, leaving Baili Chuanqiong feeling a bit hopeless.
He couldn't believe that the arrogant Cangsheng coincidentally turned out to be an artisan at the last moment, pushing into the central square and securing a spot in the top eight.
A call was made.
The wind blew by, and under the watchful eyes of many, the last bit of unpleasant ash fell into the incense burner.
"Time is up!"
As the ash fell, the sheriff's voice suddenly rang out.
Simultaneously, Chi Ming and two other men, under the fading moonlight, gently placed elite soldiers into the furnace.
The current expressions on their faces were intensely composed.
There's no absolute certainty in the world; I dare not say it surpasses the other side.
At that moment, two guards came in, apprehended two dismissed soldiers, and headed directly towards the jury.
Indeed.
