Not far from the execution platform—
Among the countless spectators crowding the plaza—
Bai Zihan stood quietly.
He wore plain robes today with his face covered, nothing that would immediately draw attention.
His aura was restrained, his presence subdued.
To the ordinary eye, he looked no different from any other mortal who had come to witness history.
"You and I are the same!"
Wen Haoyu howled.
Bai Zihan smirked when he heard those words.
(Perhaps!)
He didn't deny it. After all, righteousness was just a mask used by the powerful to justify their actions.
But Wen Haoyu was wrong about one thing.
Bai Zihan's mask had always been unveiled. There was no need for him to be hiding behind anything.
He silently watched as the executioner beheaded Wen Haoyu.
Around him, the cheers continued to surge.
"Justice has been served!"
"That demon finally paid for his crimes!"
"Serves him right!"
