Everyone present knew that this Vice Dean hated being disturbed while sleeping, but they had no choice but to steel themselves and seek his decision.
"Vice Dean, something went wrong with the final examination. The examinees are fighting the criminals, and the battle is extremely fierce. We're afraid they won't be able to hold on. The Seventh Imperial Prince is taking part in this final examination. If anything happens to him, we won't be able to bear the responsibility."
A senior examiner stepped up to the Vice Dean's side and spoke in a lowered voice.
This Vice Dean was named Zui Pingsheng, and he truly lived up to his name—he sought only drunkenness in life. He slowly woke, yawned, and looked blearily at the examiner beside him. "What is it? Is the final examination over?"
"You must be joking, Vice Dean. The time isn't even up yet, so how could the final examination be over? There is simply a matter that requires your decision, which is why I rashly woke you."
The examiner wore a bitter smile as he roughly described the current situation.
Zui Pingsheng looked toward the mirage-like images in the room and clearly saw the battle within Hundred Evils Prison.
"These examinees are indeed in a bad situation. It looks like some of them will die, but there's no need to interrupt the final examination. When the waves wash away the sand, what remains is gold. You're worried that something will happen to the Seventh Imperial Prince, so I'll leave behind a safeguard. Actually, that concern is unnecessary. Any examinee might fall—except him."
Zui Pingsheng flicked his finger, sending out a tiny glowing sword no longer than a thumb.
The little sword flew out and passed directly through the wall without leaving any mark on it. It