That was far from what the Black Tortoise King had wanted to happen. Oliver was his son, after all. However, if he did not do that and the truth was exposed in the future, the Black Tortoise King would never be able to look any of the Demon tribe members in the eye again.

Darryl was the Demon tribe's hero. Oliver had framed him for a heinous crime, an act of blatant disrespect to the Demon tribe. That was a big problem.

"Father!"

Since the Black Tortoise King was about to leave, Oliver grew desperate. He lunged forward, grabbing his father by the leg, crying and begging. "I beg you, Father. I don't want to be sentenced and punished. I don't want to die!"

Oliver truly feared for his life. He had never imagined that his father would make such a decision. Framing Darryl was a crime worthy of a public sentence, and the consequences were unthinkable.

The Black Tortoise King remained unmoving toward his son's begging. He said coldly, "You should have thought of that before you framed Ho