Hong Xixiang sprinted to the Turtleback Stele and leaped onto it. Standing atop the stele, he counted on his fingers and rolled his eyes. As sweat broke out on his forehead, he slumped onto the stele.

Standing under the stele, Yu Xingrui asked carefully, "Has anything gone wrong?"

Hong Xixiang wiped the sweat off his face and smiled, "My reckoning is correct."

Yu Xingrui asked laughing, "My fellow brother, how much can Xu Fengnian get of the Great Flavium?"