Just then, Yang Fan, standing at the very front, suddenly spoke. "Brother Sima, can I materialize the things in my Divine Kingdom here?"
Sima Pang was gritting his teeth and holding on. Hearing this, he replied with difficulty, "As long as you don't bring out an entire mountain and interfere with everyone else's test, do whatever you want. As long as you can stand on it."
Hearing that, the corner of Yang Fan's lips curled slightly.
He snapped his fingers, and the next moment, a cup of wine appeared out of thin air in his right hand.
The liquor swayed gently, giving off a faint fragrance.
Facing the pressure of the Divine Eye head-on, Yang Fan's body remained utterly motionless. Yet he bent his right arm slightly and passed the cup behind him.
"Old Ye."
"Feed this Monkey Wine to Miss Wen. It can clear the mind and stabilize the soul."
"She's severely dehydrated. If she doesn't replenish her energy soon, she won't hold out much longer."
His voice remained calm, as though he were not the one currently enduring immense pressure.
Seeing Yang Fan holding the wine cup behind him with one hand in such an incredibly awkward pose, Ye Jianfeng's face twitched hard.
"Old Ye, take it. This posture is tiring," Yang Fan urged.
I'm tired too! Ye Jianfeng wailed inwardly.
Even bearing only part of the pressure, he had no desire to lift a hand. All his energy was focused on resisting the oppressive force.
And now he had to feed someone wine?!
Weren't we taking an assessment?
This is a full million Divinity Points!
Brother Yang, aren't you being a little too casual about this?
Ye Jianfeng complained frantically in his heart.
But complaints were complaints. He still gritted his teeth and moved.
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