At the Nine Nether King's Estate, Ning Chen moved to kill. Demonic qi surged across the sky, his might shaking heaven and earth.
Shi Yu was restrained, her life like a candle flame in the wind, liable to be snuffed out at any moment.
At the side, Shi Qing kept pleading, every cry steeped in sorrow, enough to make one unable to bear it.
Ning Chen remained unmoved. The killing intent in his eyes grew increasingly fierce. Wan'er's identity absolutely could not be exposed; these two could not be spared.
Just as Ning Chen was about to strike, Wan'er opened her eyes behind him and spoke to stop him.
"Young Master, show mercy."
As her words fell, the nine white fox tails vanished into thin air. The bewitching allure on Wan'er's face also receded as she stepped forward and gently took hold of his arm.
"Young Master, spare them," Wan'er said softly.
Ning Chen glanced sideways at the woman beside him, his expression solemn. "Wan'er, they are not from the Nine Nether King's Estate. They are the Ninth Prince's planted agents. If they are spared, your identity will soon be exposed. When that happens, not only you, but the entire fox clan will face a grave calamity."
Hearing this, Wan'er was briefly stunned. After a moment, however, she still shook her head. "They are innocent. The fate of my fox clan cannot be built upon the sacrifice of two innocent women."
"Your Highness, my sister and I will absolutely not reveal what we saw today. Please, spare us!"
Shi Qing clutched Shi Yu's arm and pleaded.
A cold glint flashed across Ning Chen's face. Reason told him that only the dead could keep secrets best, but he could not disregard Wan'er's feelings.
"Your Highness, please!"
Tears flickered in Shi Qing's