Donglong Island.
Luoyue Peak.
Moonlight shimmered and stars shone brightly as the second-rank grand array, the Falling Moon Chaotic Star Array, radiated with light.
But within the Luo Family's assembly hall, which was enveloped by the grand array and should have been a place of solemn dignity, the air was filled with a cacophony of chatter, as noisy as a common marketplace!
Luo Qing'e, dressed in a blue gown, stood with a clear conscience and a dignified air, her pretty face stern.
She cupped her hands toward the head seat in the hall and spoke again with grave formality.
"Matriarch, Luo Xin fled at the first sign of trouble, leading to the fall of Fuling Island..."
"I request this man be executed to uphold the clan's laws!"
A middle-aged man knelt on the floor, his hands bound and his Magical Power sealed. He trembled as he spoke.
"Matriarch, Matriarch, I beg for your mercy!"
