Learning that Hua Min'er and Yao Yu could emerge from seclusion at any moment, Ling Tian was quite excited. But when he thought of Fairy Meng Shang, who had helped him so much, he felt a little guilty. For a while, he was both happy and troubled.
"Ling Tian, we've captured nearly a thousand rabble-rousers. What should we do with them?" Lu Yuan asked, pointing at the captured troublemakers.
"Uncle, let's kill them all to prevent future trouble," Mo Lei said. Thick Killing Intent laced her voice. "They provoked us first, so no one could blame us for killing them."
"You little girl, you're so young, yet you've got such a strong Killing Intent. That's not good." Old Man Ling chided her with a laugh, then turned to Ling Tian. "Tian'er, it looks like you want to keep them. What do you have in mind?"
The captives had heard Old Man Ling and the others. They were all on edge, staring intently at Ling Tian and his companions.
"Though I won't kill you, I won't let you off lightly either. I'm going to enslave you for a while." Ling Tian looked at the rabble-rousers, their faces full of fury. A trace of Killing Intent showed on his heroic face. "Didn't you spread rumors that I enslaved cultivators from other realms? Then I'll enslave some right in front of you—only, you'll be the ones I enslave."
"Ling Tian, you can't treat us like this. You know who stands behind us..."
Ling Tian cut them off. "I don't care who you are. All I know is that you wanted to target Lingxiao Pavilion. Killing you would be perfectly justified. I'm only enslaving you for a while—that's already very kind of me."
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