Xiao He remained indifferent, yet a hint of guilt lingered between his brows.
He walked to the hall, gestured for Shen Yu to sit down, and then spoke: "Chen Yi, Wang Wenmo, Chu Ming, you are all talents in deciphering the Mountain Scripture in Xirong County."
"Today, I've called you here for one matter," Xiao He said, taking out the pre-prepared Ancient Armor Script, "Here are twelve Ancient Armor Scripts and some radicals."
Twelve?!
Shen Yu's eyes instantly focused, looking at Xiao He in shock and doubt.
Weren't there supposed to be ten?
Xiao He ignored the question and continued: "You have half a time period to identify seven of these characters, and you'll be promoted to Junior Eighth-Grade."
Junior Eighth-Grade?!
Chen Yi and Wang Wenmo were instantly overjoyed upon hearing this; they hadn't known they would be deciphering Ancient Armor Scripts today, nor that they could be promoted.
