Up on the central observation dais.
Song Yan slammed her palm down on the armrest so hard the wood cracked.
"This can't go on any longer!"
She shouted at the other proctors, eyes blazing.
"Can't you put your hatred aside and focus on making sure the candidates don't die?! You can't hate Li Qingmu so much that you'd let him die at the cost of innocents who only came to take the exams!"
She was desperate to help, but she knew she couldn't act against Gu Bingyue in particular. Her cultivation wasn't on the same level as that green-haired witch.
It was a risk too stupid to take.
Gu Bingyue let out a small sigh from her luscious lips and gently blew on her hot tea.
"I don't know what you're talking about."
That pushed Song Yan over the edge.
Her fists clenched tight.
She swung them through the air and roared.
"You must be mad! How can you still act like you don't know Hai Tung Wan is slaughtering people out there!? You better do something this instant or I'll—"
