Xiao Zheng knelt on the cold stone floor, his black outfit already half wet with cold sweat. He lowered his eyes slightly, and his eyes fell on the thick sandalwood military stick in front of him. The texture of the wood was clearly visible in the moonlight, but there was a chill in it that made people feel palpitating. The soldiers behind him did not dare to show their anger, and even breathed softly, for fear of disturbing the furious King Ping.
