Despite everyone's effort to tell Frank to concede, he breathed a long sigh and turned toward Mole. "Why is that so? I haven't given up yet." "Huh?!"

Mole was left frowning, as Frank was still being stubborn even now. "Understand your position! I'm telling you to forfeit so that you won't die senselessly-I'd rather not have your death tarnish our reputation, even if this is your own fault." Suddenly remembering how Frank drank the entire cauldron of poison, Mole smirked at him.

His miserable state now was certainly hilarious!

That was when Frank said, "I don't need you to worry about my life."

His calm words jolted Mole out of his thoughts, and he was left staring at Frank in shock. "Do you have a death wish?"

"Of course not."

Frank looked at him confidently. "But the trial isn't over yet, is it?"

"No..."

Mole frowned, glancing at the hourglass on the table beside Yosil. "But there's only five minutes left. What are you going to "

"You don't have to worry about that."

and pushed himself to stand, picking up the jet

his head. "Fine! You're the most stubborn man I've ever met, but since you want to continue, so be it! Don't think you can blame your

attitude left

than five minutes and no herbs, and even his cauldron blew

to turn

he just being stubborn just to mess

that Frank had

snapped coolly, "Get down on your knees and kowtow three times, admit that you were at fault, and I'll give you my pill. It won't heal you right away,

annoyed as

use the cauldron..." Frank muttered to himself, and as everyone watched, he crushed the mudroots in his fingers. Then, pinching a pile of mud off the ground, he mixed it with the minced mudroot

left raising a brow-what on earth was he doing, making

taken aback,

so hard that

tears. "You had to

instead of a chef... what

unaffected by

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