Over the past few days, although Ye Han's true essence had been sealed, he had settled his mind and continually pondered the martial arts. Rather than declining, his cultivation had advanced, and his mastery of martial techniques had deepened.
Suddenly, he pricked up his ears, walked to the door, and listened closely.
The jailers' hushed voices drifted in from outside.
"That Ye Han in there is dead for certain."
"Oh? Have you heard something?"
"My brother-in-law serves in the palace. He said most court officials support executing Ye Han. After all, he caused the death of an imperial prince. If even that doesn't warrant death, where would the imperial family's dignity be?"
"Didn't someone say earlier that Ye Han was gifted and came from the Marquis Manor, so he should be exiled to the front lines to serve the country?"
"That was just a dissenting voice. After everyone attacked it, it fell silent. Unless something unexpected happens, Ye Han is doomed."
"Then why hasn't Ye Han been executed yet?"
"I heard Heaven's Mandate Sect has stepped forward to protect him with all its might. Even His Majesty has to weigh the sect's words carefully."
"Heaven's Mandate Sect really is formidable. First they use the Grim-Faced Spider King to harm him, then they protect him. They're making a performing monkey of Ye Han."
"Everyone knows a little about Heaven's Mandate Sect's dealings. Who knows how many heroes with great fortune they've ruined?"
"But Heaven's Mandate Sect isn't what it once was, either. I heard they inexplicably lost three elders, then the Complete-Understanding Duke joined forces with Dao Cultivators and Martial Cultivators to drive them out of the Divine Capital. In the end, they probably won't be able to save Ye Han."
At this, Ye Han's eyes widened in anger. He had