"Luo Feng...? "
Of course.
Faced with Xu Yun's seemingly random words.
Apart from the three people mentioned above,
including William Whewell, the faces of the rest of the crowd showed a universally visible question mark:
"?"
Why is it that I understand every English word, but when they come together, it sounds like gibberish?
Xu Yun, however, ignored the other students' reactions, his gaze fixed tightly on Angus Roman, and continued to press:
"Senior Roman, am I right?"
Gulp—
Angus Roman swallowed, and after a few seconds, spoke dryly:
"...Yes."
Wow—
Upon hearing this yes, the ceremony erupted in a buzz once more, even louder than when Xu Yun answered.
Angus Roman stood at the center, facing greater pressure than Xu Yun, not knowing how to speak.
Xu Yun's answer was too clever; it accurately revealed the truth without tarnishing Little Niu's saintly image.
Yet, if he added an explanation himself, he might be resented by Little Niu's ardent fans...
