A young Confucian scholar, holding his sleeves, walked from the dark forest to the clear moonlight.

"General, what kind of token are you holding? I really want to be familiar with it. Could you please let me palm it?"

The young Confucian scholar smiled.

In the deep clearing, more than a hundred eyes fell on others.

The eyes looked shocked, surprised, and also filled with hope ignited in the gray...

The black-armored general was silent and looked at Zhao Rong quietly for a while, then suddenly said in a muffled voice:

"Mr. Zhao?"

Zhao Rong's smile was harmless, and his eyes swept over the black-armored general's motionless feet as if nothing happened.

The hands in his sleeves turned quickly, grabbing a small bag containing Whale Song Amber, but after a moment, he took it back and took out a silver token.

Zhao Rong looked around and came to a place where the moonlight was very bright.

He rolled up his sleeves with one hand and exposed the crescent-moon silver medal in the other, facing the moonlight and showing it to everyone.

Zhao Rong said in a curious tone: "Well, I wonder if the one below is bright?"

The atmosphere on the field became silent.

Under the moonlight, the silver medal engraved with the first quarter moon shone brightly.

Many of the imperial mausoleum craftsmen who showed some hope were stunned for a moment, and then looked at the young Confucian scholar with either puzzled or disappointed expressions.

However, the next second, there were banging sounds.

The black-armored general and more than twenty soldiers knelt down brazenly.

A group of imperial mausoleum craftsmen, including young and old people, looked shocked and looked around...

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Chapter completed!