"Inspector Envoy, can you understand how our Ning Family has lived these past years? When a genius was born in the family, our first thought was not how to nurture him, but how to keep him from being murdered by those beasts of the royal family..."
Ning Hao's voice was shrill, his mind on the verge of collapse. It was hard to imagine that this was a Martial Venerable.
Ji Qingyue seemed ashamed of her earlier words, while Zhou Shaobing wore an expression of sympathy.
Wei Fan's expression remained indifferent. "So you killed others, used them to cultivate, and even fed them to demons. Have you ever considered how the families of those you killed lived on?"
The Ning Family did sound miserable, but did that mean those they had killed deserved it? They had controlled gangs to amass wealth, and their hands had been drenched in blood all these years.
From a certain perspective, there was not much difference between them and the royal family they hated.
Even if it was for self-preservation, did that make killing innocents acceptable?
Ning Hao said in a low, hoarse voice, "We truly should not have harmed innocent people, but we were driven into a corner. The royal family has kept its eyes on the Ning Family all these years. Though we recovered the Human-Demon Devouring Art, we did not dare hunt demons to cultivate with it.
"Once the royal family discovered that we had recovered the Human-Demon Devouring Art, they would surely launch a thunderous strike against the Ning Family. Left with no other choice, we used people to cultivate.
"I beg you, sir, spare the Ning Family this once and let us leave. We guarantee that from this day onward, the Ning Family will never again use people to cultivate.
"If