The only sound was that of kowtowing. The air felt frozen, but no one dared to step forward and resist.
This was especially true for Young Master Shi, who had been kowtowing nonstop. His forehead was already a bloody mess, but he could only continue slamming it into the ground, begging for Yi Tianyun's forgiveness. By now, the rest of the White Lotus Prefecture had arrived, drawn by the commotion. They all stood meekly to the side without a sound. Even their Mansion Master, upon her arrival, could only stand quietly at the periphery, not daring to utter a single word.
The Mansion Master of the White Lotus Prefecture was a beautiful woman in her forties, exuding an air of maturity and composure. But now, she stood near Yi Tianyun like a servant girl, hands folded over her abdomen, watching everything with a grim expression.
