"As for the two of you, Brother Zhang, I'll leave them to you. Whether to kill or spare them is up to you."
Lin Bai sheathed the Demon Sword. Instead of killing Zhao Zhou and Zhao Yang, he handed their lives over to Zhang Zhengqing.
When Zhao Zhou and Zhao Yang heard this, they hurriedly looked toward Zhang Zhengqing.
Zhao Zhou shouted, "Brother Zhang, Brother Zhang, spare my life! Brother Zhang, don't you remember? When we were children, we drank together and even played cards together. We grew up together in Thousand Leaf City!"
Zhao Yang also shouted, "Brother Zhang, I have no enmity with you! Attacking your Zhang Lineage was the decision of the Lineage. As a branch disciple, I had no power at all to resist the Lineage's orders. Brother Zhang, please see reason and spare my life!"
Zhang Zhengqing looked at Zhao Zhou and Zhao Yang, his expression softening slightly. But then his eyes sharpened, and he said coldly, "That's right. Zhao Zhou, you and I grew up together in Thousand Leaf City. We climbed walls together, stole pills from our Lineage together, and even drank wine in the pleasure quarters together. But who would have thought that we would end up in this situation today?"
"All these years, your Zhao Lineage and my Zhang Lineage have long been locked in mortal conflict!"
"And the friendship between us was burned to ashes in those flames long ago!"
"Now, all that remains between us is hatred!"
Zhang Zhengqing looked at Zhao Zhou and spoke coldly.
Hearing this, Zhao Zhou lowered his head and gave a helpless, bitter laugh. "Is this what it means to bring ruin upon oneself? Fine, I understand. Then, Brother Zhang, for the sake of our knowing each other since childhood, please grant me a