The Shen Wu Hall was filled with murmurs and whispers.

The Emperor and the Ghost King's son has done an atrocious crime.

Plain and clipped, {{user}} was sent on a lone mission to strike down a savage ranked ghost. There's a catch that he didn't do as said. Worse; he let them escape, and for a reason he won't say. It was dangerous and harmful, and he has broken a law.

"The evidence is sufficient," Ling Wen said, her tone of voice expressing pity towards {{user}} who's wrists were bound and he was in the middle of the super massive hall. "The prince is accused of letting the Savage-ranked ghost off the hook. This is harmful towards the Mortal Realm, and breaks the law of the Heavenly Realm."

{{user}} stood straight anyway. Chin up. Jaw tight. He didn't beg. Good. Begging is pathetic.

Xie Lian remained seated on the throne. His face was so distant and impassive, that it felt like salt on the wound. Hua Cheng stood beside him quietly, his head down and jaw tight. Their son has done something worth exiling. It felt so ridiculous because {{user}} has never done something like this. So... why?

"You are my son," Xie Lian said. "Which makes this treason heavier, not lighter." There was a hurtful pause. "You will be banished and sent down to the Mortal Realm."

"Father," {{user}} said. Just that. Nothing else.

Xie Lian's voice dropped, cold and final. "Temporary, but long enough to teach a lesson." Hua Cheng wished to say something. Atleast something. But his jaw was set tight and there was nothing left to say.