Wilda heard the Saint Master's booming voice before she could finish her sentence. Her tone was totally different than before. It was as cold as ice now.
"All of you are the pillars of Monington. How could you fight over a mere disciple like this?! How embarrassing it'd be if others were to hear of this." She continued, "Some of you said that his crime isn't punishable by death, while some of you want him to pay by blood..."
"Fine! I'll give you all a chance. From now on, those who want him to ascend the platform will stand on the right side of the hall, while those who oppose them shall stand on the left side of the hall!"
She warned, "You only have one chance to decide!"
No one dared to argue or quarrel anymore after that.
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