At this sort of moment, that Chen Changsheng had still remembered that he had earlier taken off his shoes naturally meant that he had won.
As expected, the one to come out next was not Zhuang Huanyu, but a Li Palace priest announcing the result of the match.
Under the astonished gazes of the examinees, Chen Changsheng carried his shoes and slowly walked barefoot down the stone steps.
Tang Thirty-Six had already run over, and supported him while also relieving him of the shoes.
Chen Changsheng was somewhat embarrassed. "You're too polite."
Although he was embarrassed, he did not refuse Tang Thirty-Six's support. He had suffered rather significant injuries, and though he had received the treatment of Sacred Light within the Hall of Washing Away Dust, he was still very weak.
Tang Thirty-Six sighed, "Starting from today, I probably only have the right to carry your shoes. Isn't it high time I start kissing up to you?"
This was a famous saying in the Great Zhou.
