Gabriel felt countless gazes piercing into him, filled with expectations. They all wanted to know what his judgment would be.
Most of the Martial Palace disciples had expected Liang to speak up, but for some reason he was eerily quiet, as if he was waiting for Gabriel's judgment.
Naturally, most weren't cool with this, but they couldn't say anything and simply watched.
Gabriel's gaze scanned through the crowd. He was looking at them, yet his gaze felt uneven, as if he wasn't even staring at them. It drifted below—to the corpse.
All this while, he hadn't said anything, and neither did anyone else. The air was thick with tension and slightly awkward, making those present feel uneasy.
'I trust he will make a good judgment,' the Martial Palace elder thought with narrowed eyes.
Meanwhile, Cassie looked at Gabriel with a conflicted expression. She had been with him for some time, and even she wasn't certain of what his decision would be.
