Pei Ling was still waiting for them!
Wen Ziheng had stopped Yu Mingxuan from saying something she could never take back in a fit of anger. As disheartening as it was to admit, their lives now rested on a single thought from Pei Ling.
They already knew Guai Guai was a Demon Beast. If Pei Ling decided to kill them to silence them, they could hardly blame him. Worse, none of them except Yu Mingxuan was still fit to fight, and she was the weakest fighter among them.
Wen Ziheng suspected that even if it came to a fight to the death, Yu Mingxuan might not be able to handle Qiao Ranran. And Qiao Ranran had Pei Ling behind her, not to mention that unfathomable Half-Demon—oh, right. He was no longer a Half-Demon, but a full-fledged member of the Demon Race.
Wen Ziheng exchanged a glance with Feng Changdong. Feng Changdong was still pale. What had just happened had hit him hard, and even with elixirs to replenish his strength, he would not recover anytime soon.
"Miss Qiao, Daoist Pei, Daoist Nan." Feng Changdong greeted them as he always did, trying to act as though nothing had changed.
But Qiao Ranran thought it best to skip the pleasantries. If Pei Ling's good mood vanished, there would be no talking to him.
"Daoist Feng, just say what you came to say."
"I didn't know Daoist Pei was here. Had I known, I would never have interfered," Feng Changdong said with a clasp of his hands. "I acted rashly only because I feared a Demon Beast might bring calamity to the Mortal World, and I nearly caused a disaster. Fortunately, Daoist Pei's abilities were extraordinary. But rest assured, Daoist Pei: as long as the Demon Beast causes no harm, I won't say