Song Zhong's bag had grown even bigger.
Trading number plates for IOUs—he wasn't losing out!
He had only just finished selling off all his number plates when he discovered that the poisonous mist outside had completely dispersed. At the same time, a majestic voice rang out from all directions.
"The assessment is over. All of you, leave the mountain."
As the voice fell, a towering mountain before them suddenly split apart like a great gate, revealing an exit.
Those with enough number plates on them immediately rushed outside.
Song Zhong did not linger either and walked out through the exit.
They had clearly entered from elsewhere, and after traveling for so many days, they should have been near the center of Fengchi Mountain.
Yet after stepping out through this exit, he discovered in astonishment that he had returned to the place where they had first entered.
Soon, Shi Weiqing's voice rang out.
"All of you, line up. We will count the number plates."
Song Zhong looked into the distance in confusion. For some reason, why did that voice sound so dissatisfied?
And why did he feel that the people outside were all looking at him so strangely?
Besides, it seemed as though everyone was staring at him.
Very soon, voices drifted over from afar, and he was completely dumbfounded.
What was going on?
There was a formation outside too?
And everything I did inside had been broadcast live?
Looking at their eyes, they seemed to want nothing more than to chop me to pieces.
Weren't you people setting me up?
Quite a few people had died in this Xingyi Sect assessment within Fengchi Mountain, so counting the results was clearly much faster than handing out the number plates had been.
"Song Zhong, Xie Yun, Wang Jianhong... you are the top