Although the Minister of Punishments appeared enraged, there was little change in his eyes.
After all...
In his view, trading a Capital Prefecture Left Secretary for such a powerful woman on the opposing side was no waste at all.
Many of the other officials, however, were genuinely furious.
"Such an insolent person should be executed on the spot!"
"Put her to death!"
"Kill her as a warning to others!"
"Lawless! Utterly lawless!"
Many shouted condemnations, but none actually acted.
They were angry because, if this woman could kill an official like the Capital Prefecture Left Secretary without asking right from wrong, couldn't she kill them too?
After all, they might not even be as strong as the Capital Prefecture Left Secretary.
She had slaughtered the Capital Prefecture Left Secretary like a dog. Wouldn't killing them be just as easy?
Just as the officials seethed with fury, Wang Lin let out a cold snort.
"Hmph!" Wang Lin stepped forward, and her aura began to surge violently.
She wore splendid pale-purple robes beneath a white gauze outer garment, her neck and collarbones clearly visible. The folds of her skirt flowed like snowy moonlight, spilling gently onto the ground and trailing more than three feet behind her, lending her steps an even more graceful elegance.
Her long black tresses were gathered with a ribbon, a butterfly hairpin nestled atop her head. A lock fell across her chest, while the rest was simply arranged in a flying-immortal bun, with a few plump, lustrous pearls scattered casually through it.
As Wang Lin moved, wisps of a mysterious, noble, and elegant aura emerged.
By the time she had taken three steps, her once-plain attire had transformed completely.
Golden yellow...
Purple, white, blue-green-every other color became a mere foil for that golden yellow.
Wang Lin's clothes glittered