Yang Huai rose and walked over to an animal pen. Inside, the Silver Fox was bawling its eyes out.
"Waaah, Her Highness will never see Little White again!"
Yang Huai's face darkened.
"Can you stop crying?"
"We're going to die anyway. Can't I even cry?"
Inside the beast cage, the Silver Fox's eyes brimmed with tears, as though a dam had burst.
"If you keep crying, I'll help you skin that hide of yours first!"
Yang Huai kept a straight face.
The Silver Fox merely sniffed disdainfully.
"I don't believe it. You're a kindhearted person, and you have the heart of the Great Dao. You can even deliver lingering souls and resentful spirits. Could you really bring yourself to harm spirit beasts like us?"
Yang Huai shot it a glance and nearly laughed.
It was true that he was kindhearted, and it was true that he delivered lingering souls and wronged ghosts. Yet during this time, no small number of beasts had died beneath his hands, including plenty of spirit beasts.
But he did not feel any guilt. He was now a butcher, an executioner who slaughtered demon beasts. He had no idea whether the spirit beasts under his knife were good or evil; he was merely fulfilling his duty. Naturally, he also lacked the ability to set them free.
Still, if they truly harbored kindness in their hearts, he would not stand by and do nothing. But could these spirit beasts prove that?
Yang Huai's gaze fell on the little Silver Fox.
"So what if you're spirit beasts? When you kill humans, have you ever bothered to distinguish black from white, right from wrong?"
At those words, the Silver Fox cried even louder.
"That was other spirit beasts! What does it have to do with us? We've never eaten