The April morning air still carried a trace of chill. But at this hour, it was already past seven. Daylight had broken, bathing the world in golden brightness.
At the school gates, students heading to school in groups flowed in a bustling stream, painting a picture of peaceful, tranquil days—if not for all those strange looks.
Zhao Cheng began to wonder whether, over the three-day holiday, he had accomplished some earth-shattering feat. Or perhaps his long-hidden identity had been exposed—that he was not an ordinary person at all, but a superhero who guarded the city in the darkness of night...
But Zhao Cheng quickly cut off his fantasy. Xiang City's public security was beyond reproach. Never mind evil forces—even if some hooligan or ruffian was discovered, it was still considered a grave offense.
If the facts were established, the sentence would start at ten years.
The Celestial Dynasty's laws were strange. To ordinary people, they were very lenient; one could even go through life without feeling the law's existence. But once someone committed evil, even a minor one, it became an extremely serious matter. Ten years was only the starting point, and poor behavior inside could lead to the sentence being extended indefinitely.
By all logic, wrongful convictions should have been common in such a system. Yet the Celestial Dynasty had a rule: the list of criminals had to be respectfully presented to the gods. After that step, all under heaven became clear and just.
That was also why many believed that those gods and Buddhas truly existed.
Yet for decades, there had never been any tale of gods or Buddhas revealing themselves passed down in the world.
In short, it was strange. The entire nation worshipped the gods, yet never promoted divine miracles or godly might. It was simply: