The clown frowned, his eyes wandering. If chaos ensues, he would need to find a way to rescue Miss Xueyin. Mad mobs are the most terrifying creatures.
The scholars of the Celestial Principle School, the Night Patrol maintaining order, and the members of the Hundred Martial Hall, all sensed the danger. Should the sick crowd go mad, Dragon Capital would be finished—a nondiscriminatory slaughter, a hell on earth. Just as the crowd's emotions were about to explode, Mordo's voice rang out.
Mordo did not search; his vision was not here at all. It didn't matter who it was—his voice still echoed steadily throughout.
"This catastrophe befalls Dragon Capital, fortune is lost. Only by compensating can we avert disaster. There is only one method of compensation, and that is to use life as a sacrifice." Mordo's voice spread throughout, and with it came despair.
Sacrifice?
