The smoke from the Silent Pavilion explosion had not completely cleared before the sect enforcers arrived. They did not ask questions. They bound Mo Yuan’s wrists in heavy spiritual iron and dragged him straight to the Hall of Justice.
The grand hall was brightly lit and completely packed. Every elder of the Holy Sky Sect was seated in a massive semi-circle. Sitting in the center, acting as the chief judge, was the Grand Elder. His face was a mask of cold fury.
High above everyone else, seated on an elevated stone chair, was a man shrouded in a thin veil of mist. The Sect Master. He sat perfectly still, observing the trial in absolute silence.
"Kneel, murderer," the Grand Elder commanded, his voice echoing violently through the hall.
Mo Yuan stood perfectly straight, ignoring the heavy
