Four hundred eighty-six, victorious

Lu Hanmo gazed at Luo Shu on the stage, his face devoid of worry and tension. He understood her, trusted her even more, and knew she would never do anything she wasn't certain of. This time would be no different.

The elder with the long whiskers stepped onto the stage and announced loudly, "The competition is over!"

In the final second before the competition ended, Luo Shu set down the talisman in her hands, let out a gentle sigh, and a faint smile spread across her face. She had managed to finish in the last moment.

Yuwen Qisha glanced at the talisman on Luo Shu's desk, surprise, anger, and unwillingness flickering in his eyes.

The results of the competition were being tallied with tense speed, and at this moment, everyone was most concerned about Luo Shu's performance. Although she had completed the competition at the last moment, it was already quite remarkable that she could finish under such pressure; the likelihood of achieving a high score was very slim.