"What does this mean?"
Xia Yu was shocked.
The notice board had twelve plaques, but his was the odd one out.
The others had only one type of black handwriting, whereas his name was written in red, underlined by a circle also in red.
No score!
Earlier, the light inside the temple was dim, and he hadn't realized it was red ink.
"Is it a circle, or zero points?" Xia Yu couldn't understand the meaning of this mark.
As for the possibility of getting zero points, he dismissed it after a moment's thought. Just when he came out, the shrine master had told him to prepare for the second round of assessment at six in the evening. This meant that his "Shuangjiang Magical Mapo Tofu" was recognized and ranked among the top three among the apprentices.
The question was, what did no score mean?
A strong sense of doubt filled Xia Yu's mind, and the audience was also stunned, only to explode into a frenzy after a long moment.
"...is it zero points?"
