C284 Sima Wushuang

The room was eerily silent, devoid of sound or presence, hardly the setting one would associate with a trial.

Jiang Fann meticulously inspected the room, following the wall step by step, yet nothing seemed amiss.

When he reached a particular seat, he paused.

As he gazed at the seat, a sense of discomfort washed over him, giving him the uncanny feeling that something was perched there