"No, it's not like that."
"She's a liar!"
"I didn't mean it that way!"
"Where is Su Shijun, I'm looking for Su Shijun!"
Zheng Qing felt as if he had been stripped naked and thrown into the snow, shivering in the cold wind. He shouted loudly, trying to defend himself, but the whispers from the audience below, like the buzzing of bees, drowned out his roars.
"Let me, on behalf of the Alliance's ordinary wizards, ask you a few simple questions." Ms. Pulitzer squeezed Zheng Qing's shoulder hard, like an iron clamp, making Zheng Qing gasp in pain.
At the same time, the witch's other hand fetched a wooden pavilion from her pearl-encrusted handbag, with a small silver bell hanging from it.
"The Pavilion of Truth!"
"It can discern the truth in what a wizard says! No one can lie in front of it!"
"Ms. Pulitzer is as meticulous as ever."
