The debate's stakes had been agreed upon.
Zhao Rong returned to her seat with a stern face.
The little Fox Demon, who had just done what she thought was the boldest thing in her life, quietly followed behind Zhao Rong.
Su Xiaoxiao, with a taut face, stole another glance at Zhao Rong's expression, and her eyes unconsciously squinted, containing a hint of amusement as she coughed twice crisply.
Zhao Rong didn't turn her head, just kept walking forward with a sullen face.
"Zhao Rong, that... what is a 'cauldron' exactly?"
Zhao Rong sharply turned her head, her lips pressed tightly as she stared at the little Fox Demon, silent.
Su Xiaoxiao pouted her lips, her face innocent, locked in a stare down with him.
After a moment, Zhao Rong gave in.
The young Confucian Scholar furrowed his brow, "You really don't know?"
The little Fox Demon's head shook like a rattle-drum.
