Inside the main hall of the Empress's Palace, a motley crew dressed in all sorts of mismatched clothes looked at the magnificent hall before them with eyes full of greed and envy.

"This floor is paved with top-grade granite, right? How many spirit stones must it have cost for such a large area?"

"Look at those palace pillars. If I'm not mistaken, they must be made of Xuanlong wood from Dragon Abyss Valley in the Southern Region. My goodness!"

This one is so thick, it must be at least a thousand years old! There are a full ninety-nine of them, my goodness, this is incredibly extravagant.

"Look at those steps, they're all made of ninth-grade white-veined jade, a full thirty-three steps! Each step costs at least a thousand high-grade spirit stones."

And those eternal lights on the ceiling, they look like glass lamps, my goodness, there are a full nine hundred and ninety-nine of them, that must be incredibly wealthy.”

"Look at the jade walls of that palace, they're covered with luminous pearls from the South China Sea. Once lit, they can illuminate the night like day. It's so extravagant..."

This rabble was instantly and utterly shocked by the sight of the Empress's palace before them.

Many people's eyes welled up with tears as they looked at it, and they wished they could take a piece of it home.

After all, most of these people are incredibly poor.

Many people are capable of starting their own sect with just two or three people, so it's not surprising that they act this way.

In the center stood a kind-faced, white-haired old Taoist priest in white robes, holding a whisk, his eyes closed and appearing very calm.

This white-browed old Taoist priest, confident in his selfless cultivation, dedicated himself to resolving grudges and disputes in the martial arts world, while also earning some money as a form of tribute.

He wasn't unmoved by the luxury before him, but he had to pretend to be worldly-wise and not let anyone suspect anything.

In this world, everything depends on acting skills.

The old monster, who had lived for hundreds of years, understood this principle even better.

At this moment, Master Chunyang leaned close to him and whispered, "Daoist, whether Chunyang Palace can regain its reputation today depends entirely on you!"

If Gao Chunyang hadn't had his cultivation destroyed, he wouldn't want to deal with such a second-rate cultivator.

But there's no other way right now, so we can only try anything, even if it's just to embarrass those guys in the arbitration council.

The White-Browed Taoist opened his eyes: "Amitabha, fellow Daoist, rest assured, today I will definitely get justice for you and Chunyang Palace."

He then pointed to the luxurious scene around him and sneered, "Look at this place, every single item is made from the people's hard-earned money. Such blatant extortion shows how much the people of the Southern Region have suffered."

Gao Chunyang immediately replied, "What the Daoist says is quite right. Su Yunying is nothing more than an abandoned daughter of the Fire Phoenix Clan."

Where would they get the funds to build such a magnificent palace? It must have been Shen Zhao and his group who used the name of the Public Trial Council to extort money from the palace.

"If my Chunyang Palace weren't in its current decline, I would definitely fight for justice for the millions of innocent people in the Southern Region who have suffered from exploitation and oppression."

White-browed Taoist: "Therefore, one of the purposes of my visit today is to seek justice for the suffering people of the Southern Region. We must not allow the Court of Justice to act recklessly any longer."

"The president has arrived!"

At this moment, Lu Xuanji shouted.

Immediately afterwards, Si Yu, the president of the public trial council, entered the palace and sat down at the table that had been prepared in advance below the steps.

The White-Browed Taoist glanced at Si Yu and his eyes lit up: "This girl is quite pretty. If I take her back as a furnace, she would be wonderful. Let's see how I handle you today."

He flicked his whisk and was about to speak when suddenly an even more impassioned voice rang out from outside the palace gates.

"The Prefect has arrived!"

The next second, a large group of people crowded into the main hall.

With a large number of cultivators guarding her from the left and right, Su Yunying, who was at the head of the group, walked straight up the thirty-three jade steps that belonged to her, and then sat down in front of an imperial chair carved with a phoenix spreading its wings.

Mu Qiuyao, Shen Zhao, and the others then entered.

Mu Qiuyao sat directly on the VIP chair at the side of the jade steps, while Shen Zhao sat on the right, with Liang Hao standing beside her.

The moment Gao Chunyang saw Liang Hao, his eyes twitched, and he felt as if his head was covered in green.

This is the man who stole his wife and his junior sister!

He even used that filthy thing between his legs to turn his junior sister into his likeness!

How despicable, how hateful, how infuriating!

In an instant, Gao Chunyang's face changed beyond recognition, and he wished he could tear Liang Hao, that adulterer, to pieces.

"snort--"

Liang Hao keenly sensed Gao Chunyang's hostility and responded with only a cold snort.

The rest of the members of the public tribunal, along with Wu Yousheng and others, also found their seats and sat down.

Such a ceremonial scene left the White-Browed Taoist and his party somewhat bewildered.

Si Yu stood up, bowed to Su Yunying, and asked with a questioning look, "Lord Prefect, may we begin?"

Su Yunying's current identity is the Supreme Lord of the Imperial Palace. This was proposed by Ji Bingyan and strongly requested by everyone else. She could only reluctantly accept this buff.

Su Yunying smiled slightly: "President, you are too polite. I am also a member of the Court of Justice, and I do not deserve such a grand gesture."

Si Yu bowed in thanks, then sat back down at the table and looked at the white-browed Taoist, asking, "What is the purpose of your grand visit to my Court of Justice today?"

The White-Browed Taoist tried to calm his nerves and stepped forward, saying, "You are the President of the Court of Judgment, right?"

"Exactly."

"I am Bai Mei Dao Ren, and today I have been entrusted by my fellow martial arts practitioners to ask President Si Yu to provide a reasonable explanation for the actions of the Public Trial Association in the Nine Realms in recent years."

What explanation do you need?

The White-Browed Taoist summoned a man: "This is Jiang Wangyang, the leader of the Fish-Dragon Gang. Does President Siyu recognize him?"

Si Yu glanced at the middle-aged man with a full beard and nodded: "Of course I know him."

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