Li Jing strode up to Chong Yingbiao and supported his body just as he was about to collapse.
He had seen such methods twice.
The first time had been when Yue Sheng cut open the Pregnant Woman's belly not long ago. Though he had not witnessed it himself, he had seen her wretched condition.
The second time was now, as Chong Yingbiao cut open his own chest to give a different account of his past evils.
Yue Sheng and Chong Yingbiao were both sons of nobles. The aristocrats of the world were all cut from the same cloth; Yue Sheng had probably committed plenty of the same deeds as Chong Yingbiao.
But Yue Sheng had remained the same Yue Sheng until his death. Chong Yingbiao was no longer the Chong Yingbiao he had once been.
"Chief Commander Li..."
Thankfully, this was the world of Investiture of the Gods. Chong Yingbiao still had a breath left in him.
Li Jing did not know how to respond. Chong Yingbiao had extricated him from his predicament, but Chong Yingbiao had indeed committed evil in the past.
"I heard Jin Cheng men... mention that you said reforms throughout successive dynasties had al... always been achieved through bloodshed. I'm afraid I've stolen your task today..."
Li Jing was stained with blood again.
Beside them, Jin Cheng kowtowed like someone pounding garlic, tears and snot streaming down his body, yet there was nothing he could do.
With his free hand, Chong Yingbiao pointed at the collected shamanic books, then let it fall limply.
Yue Qian was utterly stunned. Chong Yingbiao actually possessed such courage?
Cutting open his chest to lay bare his heart?
Tsk, tsk, tsk...
Suddenly, a morning bell rang, and the Palace Gate slowly opened.
Led by Chancellor Shang Rong and the feudal lords