Maybe those people in Gui Ming didn't realize the mutated child-death flower was in that jade jar. They just poured the blood in and accidentally poured out the mutated child-death flower without destroying or taking it.
"Good, very good."
Ming's gaze lingered deeply on his back as he nodded.
"It's clearly him, Ming Da-ren, why didn't you expose him?"
"Indeed, Ming Da-ren, are we just letting him off like this? He managed to get away with so many children this time, who knows how many more he'll take next time."
Several ministers around Ming Da-ren couldn't hold back anymore, pointing at the Ghost Emperor's back with indignation.
The children in the Ghost Clan were already few. A thousand children meant so much to them. Didn't the Ghost Emperor understand this?
As for the Ghost Emperor, for his own selfish gains, he actually wanted to harm so many children. Does he have no humanity?
"Enough."
Ming Da-ren already understood, waving his hand dismissively at them.
