The next moment, the Mo Clan, which had just been Salt City's foremost family—
now had not a single survivor left!
Yao Lao's voice drifted out from the Storage Ring:
"Kid..."
"There were at least a hundred people in the Mo Clan. You killed every last one of them?"
Yao Xuan's expression turned solemn as he slowly replied, "Uncle Chen..."
"It's not that I'm overly bloodthirsty. It's just that I've always understood one principle!"
"When cutting grass, you must pull out the roots! Otherwise, if you spare someone out of compassion and leave them alive, once the enemy recovers, the one who suffers in the end will be you!"
Yao Lao nodded, then slowly said:
"That is indeed true..."
"But to possess such awareness at your age, it seems your days in the Yao Clan must have been much like mine back then..."
"Enough of that. Hurry and check on that little girl with the Jade Serpent Three-Flower Eyes..."
Yao Xuan nodded at those words.
Then, with a flash of his figure, Yao Xuan quickly found the Mo Clan's underground chamber by following the traces of his soul power.
Qing Lin had suffered under Mo Cheng's torture, and several more wounds had been added to her body!
When Qing Lin saw Yao Xuan, her eyes immediately filled with excitement. "Young Master Yao Xuan!"
Yao Xuan gently raised his hand, and a stream of soft Dou Qi flowed from his fingertips, effortlessly severing the shackles on Qing Lin's hands and feet!
Then several healing pills appeared in Yao Xuan's palm once more, and he handed them to Qing Lin. "Girl, I came too late..."
Qing Lin merely smiled and shook her head. "Young Master Yao Xuan, there's no need to worry. Qing Lin is fine now!"
Yao Xuan gently patted Qing