"Why is it so noisy?" At this moment, a figure stood at the main entrance, and a not very tall but unique voice came from there.
Everyone turned their heads and saw Wen Long, who was now the fake Mo Tian, standing in front of the hall with his hands behind his back. He held his head high but squinted his eyes. His black robe was open at the collar, revealing half of his black hair on his chest, which looked somewhat messy...
"The king is here! Quick, scatter!" someone whispered, and the crowd quickly separated, standing on both sides of the stone steps with their heads bowed, looking extremely respectful.
At this moment, Zhuoyue and Huoniao were still locked in fierce combat, locked in a close and evenly matched battle.
"Stop! The king is coming!" A man in blue shouted in a low voice as he got closer to them.
"Stop!" Seeing that the fighters weren't paying attention to him, Wen Long opened his mouth and shouted at the top of his lungs.
With a "ding," the fighting abruptly stopped.
The two men, one white on the left and one red on the right, glared at each other before quickly taking a step back, putting away their weapons, and standing on either side of the stone steps.
At that moment, several red feathers that had been floating in the air fell to the ground, and next to the feathers lay several pieces of unmelted snow.
Both men were panting heavily, their hair disheveled, and their clothes torn in several places. Their once fair or dark faces now bore several red marks.
"Pah!" The firebird opened its mouth and spat at the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood. Its red eyes darted around, and it quickly ran up the jade steps, arriving at the two stone steps where Wenlong was. It bowed its head respectfully and said, "Your Majesty, in broad daylight, under the clear sky, this Zhuoyue dared to kill someone in front of Your Majesty's palace!"
"What? Zhuoyue is so audacious! I will not let him off easily!" Upon hearing this, Wen Long's cheekbones twitched, his eyebrows arched, and he raised his hand, "Guards! Seize Zhuoyue for me!"
With a series of "whoosh" sounds, a black cloud drifted out of the hall's window and swooped down towards Zhuoyue...
"Wait, I have something to say." Zhuoyue raised his hand, and a beam of white light shot out from his palm, instantly blocking the dark clouds.
"You dare to resist?" Wen Long's expression changed immediately.
Zhuoyue snorted coldly, raised his head and said to Wenlong, "Your Majesty cannot listen to only one side of the story. Ziyun's death has another reason..."
"Oh, tell me, what other reasons are there?" Seeing everyone looking at him, Wen Long suddenly wanted to show everyone that he was being fair.
"Your Majesty, I dare to testify that this matter has nothing to do with Lord Zhuoyue." Bai He took a few steps forward and stood beside Zhuoyue.
"Hmph, you!" Wen Long's eyes darkened as he looked at Bai He.
"This is none of your business, get out of here." Seeing Bai He step forward despite her own safety, Zhuo Yue's expression changed, and he lowered his voice, "I'll handle my own affairs, you go back now."
"No, we can't let the adults..."
"Slap!" A heavy slap landed on Bai He's face, and the momentum caused her to spin half a circle.
Fortunately, Biyu came up and helped Baihe.
"Take her downstairs quickly, we can talk about it later." Zhuoyue winked at Biyu, who understood and pulled Baihe aside.
Zhuoyue seemed relieved. He turned back and knelt before Wenlong, saying loudly, "Please investigate, Your Majesty. I did indeed kill Ziyun. I will confess my crime to Your Majesty immediately."
"Lord Zhuoyue, you..." Bai He was immediately alarmed upon hearing this.
Just as Bai He was about to step forward again, Bi Yu grabbed her and, with tears in her eyes, whispered to Bai He, "Don't you understand Lord Zhuoyue's intentions? He's doing this to protect us..."
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