"But if I choose the left—
wouldn't I be placing the fate of the entire clan upon that possibly existent, infinitesimal shred of 'kindness' from him?"
Two thoughts madly slaughtered each other in his mind, colliding in sparks of despair.
Time seemed to stretch out, every breath as agonizing as a thousand years.
At this moment, he could hear his own heart pounding like a drum.
A moment later!
A trace of resolve surfaced in Half-Venerable Wuyang's eyes.
"Fine!
Although there is a fifty-percent chance that the intent revealed by these two characters was deliberately displayed for me by Sha Minghong, it is also possible that this is a test!"
"If I choose the character on the right, deep and secluded azure, shaped like a dragon's head, it would be equivalent to telling Sha Minghong: I do not trust you."
"And choosing the character on the left, dark gold and shaped like a coiled venomous serpent, would be like telling Sha Minghong: I know this may be a trap—
but I still choose this character, signaling that the Mystic Turtle Clan's future fate will be placed in your hands."
Having made his decision...
Half-Venerable Wuyang abruptly raised his head. No longer looking at the two runes that would decide life or death, he bowed deeply toward the high platform with all his strength.
His voice carried a trace of hoarseness he could not fully suppress, yet his words were resolute as he said:
"Reporting to Senior, this junior... chooses the character on the left!"
As his words fell, the finger pointing at the dark-gold venomous-serpent rune froze in midair.
The entire hall was deathly silent. Only his heavy breathing and the pounding of his heart as it awaited final judgment remained.
At those words, Sha Minghong, seated upon the throne,