Han Moze swept a glance around the great hall and noticed that there was a smile on everyone's face.
"Duanhua is really clever. I shall accept him," he said with a deep voice.
Ouyang Ziquan looked at Han Moze and Liu Rushuang with a shady smile on his lips. "That's great," he said flatly.
Then, he turned around to sit back in his seat.
Liu Rushuang's eyes squinted slightly. She hated seeing Ouyang Ziquan's snake-like face.
Then, she looked over at the black and white little tiger in the center of the great hall.
Just then, the little tiger also looked at L and abruptly let out a cry, "Roaaar..."
Han Moze's eyes dimmed and commanded, "Men! Take Duanhu away!"
"Yes, your majesty!"
Two bodyguards entered and glanced at Duanhu, unsure of how to take him outside.
Liu Rushuang pulled a silver needle from inside her robe.
*Swiiiish* The silver needle flew towards Duanhu faster than the naked eye.
