Qu Jianlei couldn't say exactly what was wrong, but his instincts told him something about this was off!
After thinking for a moment, he spoke. "None of us are going to the square... watching from farther away won't affect our enjoyment."
Hua Xiezhi's eyes shifted as she cautiously asked, "But First One, what if there's a chance to snatch the Divine Script Treasure?"
"Do you really think that's possible?" Qu Jianlei looked at her irritably. "With hundreds of thousands of people there, would Ke Ruian not be on guard?"
Hua Xiezhi admitted that First One had a point, but she still couldn't help explaining, "The more people there are, the more useful my movement technique becomes."
That was indeed how the Wind Attribute worked. It wasn't just movement techniques—concealment worked the same way. The more crowded a place was, the harder it was to notice someone.
"Enough," Qu Jianlei said with a dismissive wave. "There are still Supremes in the team. Is it your turn to risk your life?"
Qinghu and Old Lady Jia exchanged a look, both revealing bitter smiles.
By the Empire's common understanding, it was only natural for an A-rank to die for a Supreme. What the hell did he mean by it not being an A-rank's turn while the Supremes were still alive?
Yet this was precisely First One's unique personal charm.
Supremes naturally deserved respect, but they also ought to bear their own responsibilities! Three days later, a massive public trial was indeed held at Pioneering Memorial Square.
The sky was somewhat overcast. There were two Supremes, three A-ranks, and four B-ranks on trial.
It was said that the group also had some C-rank members and peripheral associates, but there wasn't enough time to deal with them today.
Qu Jianlei and the others were all