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In the end, Thunder Venerable still felt uneasy and gave chase in the direction Qin Yu had left.
If they released Feng Qing'er in the end, that would be ideal.
But it wasn't the ten thousand likely outcomes he feared—it was the one unlikely exception.
What if, once they had escaped, they simply turned around and killed Feng Qing'er?
"Ziyan, are you sure you've thought this through? You want to let her go?"
Elsewhere, Qin Yu and Ziyan had already left the Wind Lightning Pavilion's territory and were hovering above a mountain range, deciding whether Feng Qing'er would live or die.
To Qin Yu's surprise, Ziyan actually wanted to spare Feng Qing'er's life.
"There's no harm in letting her go, is there? If this is all the Heaven Demon Phoenix Clan's new generation amounts to, it hardly matters whether she lives or dies."
So she simply thought Feng Qing'er was beneath her.
"Stop putting on that hypocritical act! Kill me or carve me up, do whatever you like! If I so much as furrow my brow, I'm no daughter of the Heaven Demon Phoenix Clan!"
Even more surprisingly... no, predictably, rather, Ziyan was willing to let her go, but the stubbornly defiant Feng Qing'er refused to leave.
Ziyan's words had undoubtedly smashed to pieces the very thing this overbearing young lady of the Heaven Demon Phoenix Clan prized most.
"Make all the noise you want. You couldn't beat us, and we captured you alive. That's a fact."
Ziyan spread her little hands, and the utterly indifferent expression on her face made Feng Qing'er ache with fury.
"You've only cultivated a few years longer than me! If I were your age, there's no telling who would capture whom!"
"Enough, stop