Today was the day of the public trial to decide whether Ling Han had defected and committed treason.
It was exactly noon, and the Ministry of War sent out soldiers who brought Ling Han to a public court of the Ministry of War. This place was like an arena. In the center, there was a circular plain, and there were round after round of increasingly tall stairs all around. However, there were no seats.
Only the three judges had seats. They occupied a high pedestal, looking down on Ling Han. Each one of them was in the Sun Moon Tier, and exuded an air unique to elites, forming a kind of intimidating energy by itself.
Ling Han was not wearing any manacles or leg irons. Presently, he was only suspected to have defected and committed treason. However, as long as his crime was not proven, he was still innocent.
He was all alone, standing in the center of the defendant's place. Meanwhile, there were people standing all around.