Cut the Knot

The Town Hall…

Emperor Shun sat in the middle, with two men wearing tall hats sitting on each side of him.

The four men were much taller than Emperor Shun, coiling in mist and releasing strong power vibrations. They were trembling slightly. Apparently, they were enraged.

Tens of thousands of jade boards that contained confessions of slave hunters and those 'guides' floated in the air while sparkling. All confessions had been played.

Ji Hao sat not far away from Emperor Shun calmly. Unlike before, he wasn't all alone anymore. Tens of superordinate elderly marquises and earls sat by his sides, and behind him, over ten-thousand marquises and earls sat in straight lines. Everyone's eyes were filled with blood streaks, as they gritted their teeth and looked at those jade boards.