Quiet?
Yes.
Eight months had passed since his father's death.
The one who had killed his father and imprisoned his mother was the Heavenly Emperor, ruler of the Heavenly Court.
How could Yang Jian not know that his own strength could accomplish nothing? Having survived by sheer luck, he ought to have counted himself fortunate.
This was fate. Dreaming of revenge was too foolish.
But his tightly clenched fists and heaving chest betrayed him.
Standing on the Sacrificial Altar was the only man under heaven who openly defied the mandate of heaven.
Now, even that man seemed about to compromise.
Yang Jian almost wanted to laugh. In the end, they were all the same.
The civil and military officials seemed rather impatient. They had no desire to defy the mandate of heaven and had long wanted to persuade King Zhou to retract his mandate of heaven theory.
Mei Bo was even whispering with several officials, their hands covering their mouths.
Gradually, the area around the Sacrificial Altar became packed with people.
Word had it that at noon, King Zhou would follow Cheng Tang's example and offer himself as a sacrifice, whereupon sweet dew would fall.
Naturally, Zi Shou had set that time himself.
Only a large crowd would make it shocking enough to spread the word. Come and see, everyone! King Zhou really is a hopeless tyrant!
Should I chant "Amitabha" or "Boundless Daoist Lord" in a moment?
Zi Shou was quite relaxed. Perhaps shouting The system is fucking awesome! would be more reliable, but he was not actually going to offer a sacrifice and pray for rain anyway. He just had to bluff his way through it.
When the time came, Zi Shou composed himself and bowed toward the stone tablet at the center of the Sacrificial Altar.
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