Ji Fengyan took those warrants and looked through them. The faces on those notices were very familiar, as several of them were now officials in the Kingdom of Hua Xia. Ji Fengyan even saw a warrant for the Blood Tribe, with the face of Meng Fusheng splashed across it.
Ji Fengyan picked out a few of the notices and threw them back. "These people are already dead."
Ji Fengyan had killed most of those people during the battle with Gong Qiang.
"What about the rest?" The crowd did not mind. It was very common for people to die in the Free Valley. For those who had already died, they would not pursue the matter. However, they still wanted those who were alive.
Ji Fengyan raised her brows at the eager bunch of men. She waved at the thick stack of warrants which suddenly caught fire and were burnt to ashes.
The faces of the congregation instantly darkened.
"Hua Xia ruler, what is the meaning of this?"
