Song Yuan slowly limped out on his crutch under the bloodthirsty gaze of the crowd. He still wore the clothes signifying his status as the city lord. With a slightly raised chin, he looked coldly at the gathering of citizens. There was no longer any hint of friendliness or kindness on his face. That imperious attitude was like a completely different person from the "City Lord Song" whom they knew.
"Song Yuan! You despicable bastard! You actually conspired with the demons to bring harm upon all of us! You are not fit to be a human!" The sight of Song Yuan roused the citizens. They were all ready to dash up and tear him apart.
Song Yuan's face remained expressionless as he cast a sweeping glance across the enraged congregation. He looked towards Ji Fengyan standing at the back. He smirked before looking away.
