The screen began to spin.
Liu Che instantly regretted his decision, but it was too late. The giant pendulum began to swing. At first, the motion was gentle, like rocking a child, yet Liu Che already felt a wave of discomfort. He pressed his lips into a thin line, sweat beading at his temples.
He couldn't back down. The commoners were watching, and he couldn't let his image of magnificent brilliance crumble.
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