Seeing that Wei Zhengji had no intention of saving Jiang Ping An, Fu Yang felt a flicker of displeasure.
The purpose of this trial was to test how the newcomers responded to crises.
Jiang Ping An's performance in this trial had already been more than outstanding.
Now that something beyond the scope of the trial had occurred, they ought to save him.
Yet Wei Zhengji had chosen not to.
After a moment's thought, Fu Yang decided to save Jiang Ping An.
If her disciple ever learned that she had stood by and watched Jiang Ping An die, her disciple would surely blame her.
Fu Yang raised her hand, a jade bracelet around her wrist, and pressed a finger against the light screen showing Jiang Ping An.
Then she sent a voice transmission to Jiang Ping An, who was still fighting:
"Jiang Ping An, I'll give you a divine incantation. Recite it to activate the sigil on your token, and you'll be teleported out of the prison."
Fu Yang's voice transmission reached Jiang Ping An through his Identity Token.
Before they entered the prison, Wei Zhengji had imprinted a sacred sigil on everyone's Identity Token. Activating that sigil would teleport them out.
Wei Zhengji immediately shouted to stop her. "If you come out, you'll be openly violating the trial's rules, and your results will be immediately annulled!"
Fu Yang abruptly raised her voice. "Wei Zhengji, aren't you going too far?"
"Who do you think you're talking to? I'm the chief examiner of this trial. If Jiang Ping An comes out early, that would be unfair to the other newcomers."
Wei Zhengji remained adamant. "If you dare give Jiang Ping An the divine incantation, his results will automatically be annulled!"
"You..."
Fu Yang was about to argue when Jiang Ping An's low