Qingming

Wen Zhong, who was tied up by the heavenly cables, laughed, "Dear Emperor, why the rage? It was just a short acquaintanceship with them.

Emperor Xia said, "Take him out."

Regardless of what it was, Emperor Xia did not want to see this person anymore.

The Royal Guards took Wen Zhong to the Meridian Gate and the muscular men of the Xia Tribe were standing by. The flag of Xia Kingdom was waving under the merciless scorching hot sun that shone down on the Meridian Gate. 

Wen Zhong was calm and submissive as the guards escorted him. He thought to himself. "Master said that I will have to endure the trials of blade and fire. Looks like I have to face the trial of the blade today."