The high priest, Feng Liuji, watched coldly as his subordinates repaired the sacrificial tower. In fact, the sacrificial tower was not actually damaged. It was just that the surface was splashed with dirty blood.
However, the sacrificial tower was built from white stone, so the blood stains became particularly conspicuous.
Although Feng Liuji had ordered people to wash the blood stains at the first moment, some of the blood still soaked into the white stone.
He had no choice but to order his men to carefully Polish off the blood stains.
A young man and a young woman stood beside him. They were Feng Liuji’s second daughter, Feng poxiao, and Mo Lieyan’s son, Mo Lieyan.
Feng Poxiao said with a pleading face, “Father, are you really willing to let sister die just like that? It’s not too late for you to take back your life!”
Feng Poxiao saw a hint of struggle in Feng Liuji’s eyes and quickly said,