In an instant, the entire Dayan Temple fell silent.
Everyone's eyes focused on that indigo figure. Although the crowd's gaze was intense, almost ready to burst into flames, the eyes that met theirs were cold and calm, without the slightest hint of emotion, as they watched Ji Hong walk step by step, heavily, towards her.
Shang Ruyi raised her hand and respectfully saluted the elderly man before her: "Greetings, Lord Ji."
Ji Hong's cloudy eyes fixated on her with not only hatred but also an unmistakable deep pain. He sneered, "You are quite sharp, but today I've come to question you."
"..."
"How exactly did Your Majesty die!?"
"..."
"Was it you—"
"Mr. Ji!"
