"No matter what, one of you must take responsibility for what happened today. You've stirred up such a storm throughout the city—of course the City Lord won't let you off!" Zhi Xiu sneered coldly, clearly intending to suppress the matter as much as possible.
This lax principle of handling affairs also meant that Sky City did not place much value on human life. As long as stability was maintained, that was enough.
Zhu Lan glanced at the young female immortal beside her, the corners of her mouth curling into a strange smile. "Naturally, someone will take responsibility for this, won't they? Take this child away. We can't bring so much trouble to our Heavenly Workshop."
"Workshop Master, I know what to do." The young female immortal escorted Le Zhi out of the crowd and toward Zhi Xiu.
Qin Ping gritted her teeth as she watched this unfold. Though her face was still filled with fury, she had at least breathed a temporary sigh of relief. Zhu Lan, however, had no intention of letting her off. She said coldly, "Master, you killed my parents. Don't you feel any guilt in your heart? What did you promise me just now? Do I need to remind you again? I don't want to wait too long."
"You!" Qin Ping trembled with rage.
"Ah!" But just then, the little girl Le Zhi suddenly felt a burst of excruciating pain—or perhaps she had been attacked—and let out a pained groan. She nearly collapsed to her knees, but the female immortal restraining her clamped down on her collarbone, preventing her from kneeling.
The other party's demand was simple: if Qin Ping did not kill herself, then Le Zhi, this captive, would certainly never reach a safe place. She would probably die right before their eyes.
Sure enough,