The midday sun hung over the city walls.
The high execution platform was constructed from thick round logs.
One by one, the country gentry were shoved onto the stage by the Supreme Dao's disciples dressed in gray robes.
Their former appearances of being wrapped in silk and satin, with shiny faces, were now long gone. Now, they were in tattered clothes, hair disheveled, with faces covered in dirt and tear stains.
Some were so frightened their legs went weak, barely able to stand with the support of the Supreme Dao's disciples, while others shouted with false bravado, their voices muffled by the rags stuffed in their mouths.
"Now, announce the crimes!"
A loud command rang out, it was the Law Enforcement Daoist of the Supreme Dao, wearing a Profound Daoist Robe, with a stern face, holding a Peach Wood Sword, his voice resonant as a bell, echoing in the open execution ground.
