In front of the Martial Strategy Hall.
Yan Zhao's face was astonished: "Three rings?"
And it was clearly not over yet. Immediately, the humming of the bronze bell resounded three more times, a full six rings, and an unusual phenomenon even appeared in the sky above the Martial Strategy Hall, with a crimson light like dawn soaring into the sky.
"Gulp."
Yan Zhao swallowed a mouthful of saliva. Six bell rings from the Martial Strategy Hall, though not unprecedented, had not been seen for nearly a hundred years.
What on earth did Li Feng do?
Wu Gang and Pang Yu also noticed Yan Zhao's anomaly. Pang Yu asked, "Senior Brother, what's going on with the ringing sound?"
Yan Zhao closed his mouth and regained some composure, saying, "The bells of the Martial Strategy Hall ring once to congratulate passing the assessment."
"Uh, then why did it ring six times? Is it broken?"
