The fires in the square roared, and the flames lit up the night sky.
Jiang Wu knelt in the center of the stone platform, holding the ancient horoscope coin in both hands. It was cold, but shimmered between the fingers.
Jiang Jin stood on the steps, covered in black armor, with flames swaying deep in her eyes.
"Throw it away." Her voice was low, like a command of judgment.
The coin flew up, and the flames rotated and cut through the night.
Everyone held their breath, waiting for the answer from the flames.
——However, the flame suddenly extinguished in the air.
The coin fell heavily to the ground and rolled to Jiang Wu's feet.
Flip side up.
According to law, she should die.
Conception:-