The Village Chief frowned slightly.
He turned away and waited quietly.
Then another projection appeared—it was Lord Judge.
Without turning back, the Village Chief asked, "Elder Bao, what were your test results?"
Lord Judge rubbed his stomach and slowly exhaled. "Righteousness means fairness, adapting to the person and adapting to the circumstances. In the case of the stolen fermentation starter, I had him judge it eight hundred times. An ordinary person would have flown into a rage long ago; even if they stayed, they would have handled it perfunctorily. But him? Every single time, he rendered a fair judgment!"
Then—
Lord Judge touched another statue, and it flared with light. It was likewise a weathered old man, and the bamboo scroll in his hand bore the large character: "Righteousness."
The Village Chief let out a heavy breath, unwillingness written across his face.
At that moment, another projection appeared—the beautiful bride in a scarlet wedding robe.
She lightly tucked back her hair. "My wedding was held a full eight hundred times. He did not choose to turn a blind eye. Every time he passed by, he left behind a gift. He said that since it was a joyous occasion for those fated to meet, he should treat it with courtesy every time. A sense of etiquette is something carved into his character."
After saying this—
Before the third statue, the bride in red gently placed down a "Double Happiness" character woven from ivy.
The statue immediately lit up.
It was still that weathered old scholar, and the bamboo scroll in his hand read—"Etiquette."
The Village Chief's brow furrowed even deeper.
The next moment—
The small child holding a wild gourd appeared on the arena. Pouting, it said, "I wasn't as excessive as you all. I only tested him with a single