The elderly man was blindfolded, his face streaked with blood, and his legs were strangely twisted, evidently having been broken. He was being dragged along by two fierce-looking bailiffs holding his arms.
Jiang Qingluan observed for a moment and said in a low, firm voice, "This man is the leader of the Feng Shui Lineage; it's hard to believe he has fallen to such a state."
As five criminals were brought onto the wooden platform, a few figures appeared on the South Gate Tower. The one in the center was stout, wearing a wide robe with a rusted black dragon on it. Nearby the dragon floated multicolored auspicious clouds. With a gust of wind, the robe fluttered, and the dark gold cloud patterns on it seemed to bring the dragon to life, shuttling through the clouds.
However, Yang Xiao and the others were focusing on the Vassal King's side, where an old man with a hunched body stood. The weird mask on his face was out of place.
