Mu Shaochen stood up and looked at the mass: “If Falcon God is here, then we are ready to start the trial.”

“Unfortunately, Li Qiye isn’t here.” Someone else played along perfectly.

Shaochen’s eyes became serious: “If Li Qiye still isn’t here, then he knows he is guilty and doesn’t dare to face everyone. It’s not unreasonable to consider him a heretic deserving persecution now.”

People glanced at each other, understanding that the young lord wishes to turn Myriad against Li Qiye. It didn’t matter if the guy would come or not; the young lord would come up with different excuses until one stuck.

“That’s right, the coward must know he is guilty. He...