Old Mu was reluctant to submit, but the little girl before him had silenced him with her strength.
All the people in the plaza before the city hall were watching Old Mu, a man whose word was his bond. If he were to deny what he'd just said, his credibility in Baitown City would be damaged.
After weighing his options, Old Mu nodded.
One cannot defy the will of Heaven; he had long divined that a trial awaited him today!
Little Daoist Su Chaoyang looked down at the densely packed crowd in the square and raised her voice again. "Now, is my mother qualified to be the master of this city?"
Despite her youth and soft, sweet voice, her demeanor was naturally imbued with an imposing dignity. Her delicate features held an expression reminiscent of both Mo Yinhe and Si Mingjing—a commanding presence seemingly encoded in her very genes.
