The sky began to pale as the golden sun pierced through the eastern clouds, casting its rays upon the courtyard wall to the west, bringing a modicum of warmth to the frigid grounds.
Yet, even as the air temperature rose, it brought no sense of comfort to the commoners gathered on the ground. Those who had been wailing just moments before now dared not make a sound; the entire courtyard was deathly silent, filled only with countless pairs of fearful eyes fixed upon the murderous, aura-filled General.
Zhang Zhirou walked over and stood beside Zhang Zhiyi.
Chapter 230