"Mo Yu Zixuan, you!"
Lan Zhelong wailed and shrieked, glaring furiously at Mo Yu Zixuan. Alas, she was soon dragged away, hauled before the Nine Lives Tower, and made to kneel toward it at the very front of the procession, becoming the focus of countless eyes.
"No! No, I'm innocent!"
"I don't want to die! I don't want to die! Father, Mother, save me! Save me!"
"I know I was wrong. It was only one small mistake—why can't I be forgiven? Why..."
The howls of those tens of thousands of second-generation scions vividly illustrated one saying: it wasn't that they knew they were wrong; they merely knew they were about to die.
Just as Mo Yu Zixuan had said, once they had been made examples of, there was basically no chance of survival. Everyone who could come had gathered at the Heaven Yu Temple to witness the executions, precisely because it had been confirmed beyond doubt that they would be beheaded!
Otherwise, wouldn't it all become a joke?
Seeing them all kneel meant that the thrilling moment was about to arrive.
At this moment, Li Tianming was naturally among the crowd as well.
"There are so many people."
The speaker was a cool and aloof young woman dressed in black robes—Mo Yu Piaoxu.
She looked toward Sifang Nanyang, Lan Zhelong, and the others, her brows cold and sharp. "They brought this upon themselves and cannot live. The only pity is that Sifang Beichen wasn't allowed to see this scene. Back then, it was from him that the plot to harm us began."
Only when she mentioned this man did Li Tianming remember him.
"Given the current situation, with his brother executed and his father listed as a suspect, can he still attend the Tai Yu Divine Treasury Assembly?" Li Tianming