The most obvious bit of evidence was the result of Luo Luo’s drawing; for her, whom is second upon the Proclamation of Azure Clouds, the only ones she was cautious of were those who had already completed their Ethereal Opening, such as Gou Han Shi and Tian Hai Sheng Xue, yet, she was matched up against Tian Hai Sheng Xue.
Not to mention, amongst all the examinees present, only Tian Hai Sheng Xue had a family background that was comparable to hers, at least to the point of being able to display his true abilities in battle against her.
As with the area before the Tower of Purging Dust, the Hall of Zhao Wen was similarly silent.
His Eminence, The Bishop, finally opened his eyes slowly; his slightly cloudy eyes rested upon the slip that was displayed upon the mirror, slowly turning in a cold, frosty gaze.
Mo Yu had her eyes slightly lowered, thinking about something.
Prince Chen Liu had twitching brows; his face full of anger.
Xue Xing Chuan was slightly surprised; he turned around and gave Xu Shi Ji a single glance.
Xu Shi Ji was expressionless, maintaining his silence.
The other important figures within the hall also maintained their silence.
None of the important figures gathered at the Hall of Zhao Wen were fools, how would they not be able to tell that the results were due to manipulation?
Clearly, the Education Board’s biased leaning towards Orthodox Academy had finally resulted in rousing discontent from the new faction within the Orthodoxy. Having endured all this time, they finally started their counterattack in the final phase of the Grand Examination, it was only unknown as to if they had gained personal approval from either Her Divine Majesty or His Holiness, The Pope.
“Using Southerners to fight against Orthodox Academy, this is far too unsightly.”
Heavenly Academy’s principal, Mao Qiu Yu sighed, rising up and heading out of the hall.
Hearing those words, some, within the hall, such as Li Palace College’s principal and two Bishop’s, started to show mildly embarrassed expressions on their faces.
Mao Qiu Yu’s status was high, he could say what he wanted, leave as he wanted, yet, he was still incapable of changing the results to the lot drawing.
The Grand Examination had to continue, the drawing of lots also had to continue.
The four matches of Orthodox Academy were obviously the ones to catch everyone’s attention.
For the famous young experts, Guan Fei Bai and Zhuang Huan Yu, the opponents they drew were rather weak, only Su Mo Yu’s luck was even worse than Chen Chang Sheng’s group, his opponent was… the youth named Zhe Xiu.
Hearing the Li Palace clergyman’s calling of names, a lot of the examinees finally came to know of that wolf-tribe youth’s full name.
That youth was called Wo Fu Zhe Xiu.
The surname Wo Fu was very rare and obvious as to not belonging to someone from the central plains; it was probably from some small tribe on the outer frontier.
Tang Thirty-Six patted Su Mo Yu on the shoulder and said: “You should just concede defeat; who told you to stand with us back there, bad luck is something that is contagious.”
Was it really due to luck? Of course it wasn’t, everyone present before the tower knew this, yet, it was the same as the first round; without any evidence of manipulation, you can’t raise any objections.
You can only concede defeat or attempt to achieve an inconceivable victory.
Tang Thirty-Six recommended Su Mo Yu pick the former, yet he himself had chosen the latter.
Luo Luo and Chen Chang Sheng had also made the same choice.