Did the Sea Prison connect directly to the End of the World Terrace?
Or had these prisoners, called "sacrificial offerings," only been transferred inside the End of the World Terrace the day before the Sea Sacrifice?
Jiang Wang didn't know the answer, but the scene before him made one thing clear: rescuing anyone while the prisoners were being escorted was utterly impossible. Fortunately, he hadn't planned on doing that.
"Prisoner Zhen Yu, True Disciple of the Hundred Treasures Pavilion. Colluded with the Sea Race, secretly supplied them with materials, and sold out his own people for glory. His crimes admit no pardon. He shall be executed!"
A prisoner who was barely recognizable as human was carried onto the End of the World Terrace by two Black Armor Guards. He hung limp as mud, sliding down between them.
"Prisoner..."
One by one, the prisoners were escorted onto the End of the World Terrace. Hai Jingping, as the Sect-Protecting Elder, personally read out their "crimes," a sign of how seriously the matter was being taken.
"Prisoner..."
"Prisoner Zhu Biqiong, True Disciple under Elder Bizhu of the Sea Fishing Tower..."
Zhu Biqiong was dragged up, her hair hanging loose, her life hanging by a thread.
Her legs struck the stone steps, but she didn't move at all.
"...defied her master's kindness, disregarded the bonds between fellow disciples, colluded with outsiders, and plotted to murder an elder of this sect..."
Hai Jingping proclaimed, "Her crimes admit no pardon. She shall be executed!"
The drums continued to beat, but the prisoners said nothing.
"Wait!"
At that moment, Jiang Wang pushed through the crowd and stepped forward.
The few elders from minor sects who had tried to ingratiate themselves with him earlier nearly dropped their jaws. How dare this kid speak out of turn during the