Liehuo's face turned green.
He hauled him out of his pocket, tore several strips from his own robe, and wound them tightly around him several times. He stuffed a Ma Kernel into Bingming's tiny mouth, then, still feeling that wasn't secure enough, simply covered his eyes and ears too before putting him back in his pocket.
Those few movements alone had left him drenched in sweat.
Flood Great Shaman's icy gaze kept roving over Great Shaman Liehuo's face, brimming with malice.
The message was clear: I've had more than enough of that brother-in-law of yours. Liehuo, just try raising your hackles!
His face pale and green, Great Shaman Liehuo huddled in his chair and bowed his head deeply, doing his utmost to diminish his presence...
Muffled sounds of struggling came from his pocket.
Clearly, Great Shaman Bingming still had something to say, but under the present circumstances... he could no longer get it out.
Everyone present wore a peculiar expression, wanting to laugh but not daring to. Each struggled mightily to hold it in.
"Three thousand at Infant Transformation, three thousand at Cloud Transformation, twelve hundred at God-Imperial, eight hundred at Guixuan..."
Zuo Changlu quietly recited the numbers and couldn't help letting out a soft breath.
For the Infant Transformation Realm, the military could supply fewer people, with gifted youngsters selected from the various High Martial institutions to undergo the trial instead. But for the three realms from Cloud Transformation upward, the military would have to supply more cultivators.
After all, military cultivators had stronger survival abilities and were more valuable for the future!
"Are these numbers settled?" Zuo Changlu asked.
"They are."
Daoist Lei said, "Now, Flood Great Shaman and Great Witch Dan Kong need to inspect the Crown Prince Academy's condition again in seven days. If they confirm