Amidst the crowd, someone saw this scene and couldn't help but scream: "Ah."
"What's going on? Didn't you hear it?"
"Perhaps."
The commoners were saying all sorts of things, but many dared not watch the scene, instinctively closing their eyes. Unfortunately, the executioner's blade did not fall, but was instead knocked out of his hand by a rock that flew in mid-air.
Not far away, Rong Ling had already gotten off the carriage with Feng Qing, and their group slowly made their way to the edge of the execution platform.
Vice Minister Wen, witnessing the failed execution, tried hard to keep his composure, not wanting Rong Ling to notice any flaw.
Rong Ling had led Feng Qing to the edge of the execution platform, his deep eyes staring at Vice Minister Wen and the others approaching.
Vice Minister Wen, looking into Rong Ling's eyes as deep as a cold pool, felt his legs start to tremble involuntarily.
