"On the march, he was recalled by His Majesty with twelve Gold Medals. The Ninth Prince didn't just ignore them; he led his army and annihilated the Witchcraft Gu Country in one fell swoop. But now that the battle is over, I'm afraid the Ninth Prince's fate is sealed."
At this, the storyteller sighed with emotion:
"Sigh, if the Ninth Prince had a Spirit Root, the outcome might have been different. After all, there's a world of difference between us mortals and Cultivators."
Just as he finished speaking,
a line of prison carts slowly drove in from the entrance of the Ten-Mile Long Street.
All the guests in the tavern crowded by the windows, watching curiously.
In fact,
most of the guests here hadn't come for the storyteller.
They had come to watch the execution.
In Wenchang Country, death row inmates are first paraded down the Ten-Mile Long Street, then taken to the market square for execution!
And the death row inmate to be executed today was no ordinary person.
