The sky at the Fire Transmission Ceremony changes with the external time.
At dusk, the yellow sunlight on this ancient place, worn down by time, still looks somewhat like honey.
Under this yellow sky, the members of the Dark Moon Sword were lined up sitting, like high school students waiting for a teacher to lecture after an exam, each person's behavior and expression seemed extremely obedient.
Oh no, that's not obedience; it's because everyone has lost their spirit, feeling too lazy to move, each looking like a puppet without a soul!
"Well, judging by the result, we are, undoubtedly, a total failure..."
Tusi's weak voice came from the bonfire side; he was kneeling with his sword sheath, trying to maintain his last shred of dignity rather than collapsing in disgrace.
However, judging from his stuttering words, his body was already extremely exhausted, better off lying down honestly.
