The square went silent, those that have been discussing among themselves, seized their discussion, there was no denying that it's a fact that Mei Xiu had suppressed the females.
Chief Garon sat like a statue of granite, his emerald eyes fixed on Mei Xiu as she stood before the central fire.
Lin Wan's heart hammered. She had presented the evidence, the scent of the Bitter-root, but she had underestimated Mei Xiu schemes.
Mei Xiu didn't flinch. Instead, she let out a soft, broken laugh that sounded like cracking ice. She looked at Wang, her eyes brimming with a masterful display of hurt and betrayal.
"I never thought it would come to this, Wang," she whispered, her voice carrying to the furthest edges of the crowd. "I knew you were enchanted by this strange female, but I didn't think you would tarnish my image, my very life. . . Just to hide the truth of what she has done."
