"What are we going to do with these people?" Law asked, pointing to the group of trembling ascendant cultivators.
I looked toward Tao Yang, her expression unreadable but her eyes stormy. Before I could respond, she spoke up. "Let me handle them."
The ascendants flinched as she approached, their eyes widening with fear. They knew the stories, knew her name—the Dread Princess. Their trembling gazes were locked on her as if she were death incarnate, come to claim them.
"You," Tao Yang said, her voice cold and authoritative. "You took the words of the man you call Liberator and accepted them as truth. Never once did you stop to question who he was, or why any of this happened." Her words were sharp as knives, cutting through the air with a bitter edge.
One of the ascendants, his voice trembling, managed to speak. "We can't go against a god!"
