The star dial in Jiang Yunqin's hand was shining with starlight that lingered, and at the moment his gaze touched it, the sword pointer on the dial was going through a circulation of the heavens.
Ying Xiu was greatly shocked and found it incredible!
Before he could recover from the intense sense of defeat, the light burst in Qi Liancheng's hand, and a hissing sound of snakes came from the dial; the pointer spun around twice before barely stopping.
The crowd immediately erupted with exclamations of admiration.
Ying Xiu, accustomed to such praise, gradually felt his handsome face turning red.
Ning Feiyan hummed for a long time and commented: "It's not bad, just above average. Being an Inner Disciple is not unjustified."
Two circulations of the heavens were only considered slightly above average, so where did Ying Xiu's unfinished single turn stand?
The originally composed Ying Xiu, maintaining the appearance of a Crown Prince, was beginning to feel a bit uneasy.
