Su Ming'an saw a lot in that small town.
He had once thought that blood relatives sending their own children to the mouths of demon beasts was too ruthless. But now, seeing a brother send his younger sibling to the sacrificial altar and confine him for eighteen years, not allowing him to go far, just waiting for him to die, was outrageous as well.
The silence around was deafening, with only the ethereal sound of sacred music and the faint rustling of long robes trailing against the carpet. One could hear a pin drop.
"Have I still not moved you?" Su Ming'an asked him.
Qin Wang had already done his utmost, and Su Ming'an, following him, had also done everything in his power, perfecting his accomplishments to the best possible point.
But on the tenth day, Hui Shuhang still wanted him to go back, to accept his predetermined destiny.
They couldn't wait for any further progress and hurried him to his death.
