Outside the city lord’s manor, the guards who’d rushed over as reinforcements lay sprawled out on the ground. All were injured to varying degrees.0

“Third Libationer, in the end, you emerged as the winner of this game,” teased Luo Xuanji.0

Chief Libationer Fa Tianming was now just a bodyless soul, and he’d been consigned to the dungeons for a thousand years.0

Second Libationer Qin Wenxiao had been executed by the Staff of Divine Punishment, destroyed in both body and soul.0

Of the three libationers of the City of the Beginning, only Third Libationer Lie Xingqu had survived this storm. Naturally, it wasn’t unreasonable to declare him its victor.0

But Lie Xingqu’s expression shifted, and he said betterly, “Please, whatever you do, don’t say that. Last night, Qin Wenxiao threatened me, which was why I was so hesitant to express my support for Fellow Daoist Su today.1

“Ren Beiyou was right earlier,” laughed Su Yi. He had no intention of finding fault with Lie Xingqu. “We punish actions, not intentions. In the end, you stood with the rules. It’s enough.”    0

“But I…” Lie Xingqu’s expression shifted, and he slumped. “But I once erred gravely….”0

“I know,” said Su Yi. “The Drum...0