"Excuse me, how do I get to the East Gate Square?"
"Don't know the way? Are you going to watch the spectacle too?"
"What spectacle?"
"You haven't heard? They're going to execute someone at noon in the East Gate Square."
The person seemed especially surprised by this question, as if only a fool wouldn't know such news—it's earth-shattering!
The Xuan Clan hasn't publicly executed someone for a long time; it's the most humiliating and disgraceful way to die.
"Who's being executed?"
"Ha, you've asked the right person. Others might not know, but I'm crystal clear on this."
"Please enlighten me."
The person swallowed, looked around warily—all were hastily heading to the East Gate Square, and no one was paying attention to them.
Once certain there was no danger, he leaned over and whispered.
"They're going to execute Feng Qingshui."
"How do you know they're going to execute Feng..."
Before the words were finished, he was interrupted.
