At the demonic old man's reminder, Zhang Yuan fell into thought. After recalling the events briefly, he more or less guessed the reason.
Aside from his being a Foundation Establishment Celestial with considerable strength, the Divine Master's covert intervention back then might also have had something to do with the people present.
He had not divined the precise identities of the young cultivators near Lu Chaosheng, but two of them had been wearing yellow and purple in a nation's Capital City. Presumably, they were Imperial Relatives of some kind.
He had indeed killed only Lu Chaosheng, who was at Spirit Transformation, but in the defending general Wei Heng's eyes, his actions were no different from attempting to assassinate Imperial Relatives.
"Perhaps it was because there were two Imperial Family Members nearby," Zhang Yuan said casually after working out the reason.
"That makes sense, then. Who were those two Imperial Family Members? Tell this old man about them. I might even know them." Realization dawned on the old man, and he continued as though the floodgates had opened.
Zhang Yuan glanced at him and said, "I am new to this city. I do not know either of them."
"Putting on such lofty airs before this old man? Quite the attitude you have." The old man's eyes narrowed slightly.
Zhang Yuan said nothing more. He sat cross-legged on the bed and closed his eyes.
A few words were enough. Who knew how long this old man had been in the Heavenly Prison? Once he started talking, there was simply no end to it.
His Court Trial would begin at noon tomorrow. Judging by the crimes Wei Heng had listed, he might very well be beheaded. Before then, he had to find a way to escape without a sound, and before attempting that,