"I'm withdrawing."
At that moment, a girl named Zhu Zhu spoke up, looking at Tang Shanhong with pursed lips, "I'm not participating in the assessment anymore."
The Butcher Liang Zhu's footsteps paused.
Tang Shanhong's gaze fell on the girl. As the Second Elder of the Tang Sect, he could tell at a glance that the magic artifact on the girl's wrist was highly valuable. He shook his head and said in a deep voice,
"Even if you choose to withdraw, Miss, I can't let you leave. The matter of imitation is important to the Tang Sect, and I must uncover the truth. This is to do justice to all members of the Tang Sect."
"You!"
Zhu Zhu obviously hadn't expected Tang Shanhong to be so firm, and anger appeared in her eyes. She clenched her teeth and said firmly, "Then let me be the first to go!"
No, sister.
Tang Wan was dumbfounded on the side.
What kind of move is this? If they won't let you withdraw, you just volunteer to go first.
