Huo Chunyang's gaze swept over Jing Yan, noticing only a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth and no serious harm. He felt somewhat relieved and returned his focus to Grandma San Ying.
"Grandma San Ying, you must not kill Jing Yan," Huo Chunyang shook his head. "You, as a Dao Spirit Realm powerhouse, striking against a martial artist not even twenty years old, that seems quite improper."
"Huo Chunyang, Jing Yan injured my son Chenyu, I want his life. What's the problem with that? Moreover, I had already given him a chance to live, but he didn't cherish it. Now even if he regrets, it's too late. My determination to kill him will not waver. Huo Chunyang, you can't protect him unless you stay by his side at all times. Otherwise, even if he returns to the Jing Family, I will still pursue him there and kill him." Grandma San Ying's cloudy eyes again fixed on Jing Yan.
The murderous intent in her eyes was chilling.
