"Get up and speak!" He Pingsheng sat down in a chair.
Jin Buhuan rose from his kneeling position as well.
He Pingsheng said, "Your Golden Suffering Tribe sowed these causes and effects. You should bear them yourselves!"
"Even if I don't kill you, do you think the Witch Race will let you go?"
Jin Buhuan shuddered slightly.
The Witch Race!
He had previously sealed the Witch Race inside the Lesser Spirit World. Back then, their strength had indeed fallen to its lowest point.
But now, all nine of their Witch Emperors had emerged, and the strongest member of the Witch Race had recovered as well.
Although countless disciples of the Witch Race had been slaughtered to the last, the Witch Race still had the Blood Pool.
As long as the Blood Pool remained, an endless stream of Witch Race disciples could continue to be born.
If the Witch Race attacked their Golden Suffering Tribe now, the consequences simply did not bear imagining.
"A few days ago," He Pingsheng continued, "Gu Miaochen was going to lead the Witch Race in an attack on your Golden Suffering Tribe. She said she would slaughter every last one of you, leaving no one alive!"
Jin Buhuan shuddered again.
"Fellow Daoist He... save us!" Jinku's face was full of bitterness. "If you can save our tribe, we are willing to remain dependent on the Human Race forever, even if we become your slaves!"
"Ah..." He Pingsheng shook his head. "We of the Human Race never enslave other races!"
"Although the Witch Race wanted to kill you, I, the emperor, dissuaded them!"
"Out of respect for me, Gu Miaochen refrained from attacking you!"
"Moreover, they promised me that as long as I remain alive, they will never attack your Golden Suffering Tribe!"
Only then did Jin