"I want him dead," Xu Zimei pointed at Chu Yang and said.
"That might not be possible," Wu Shaoqing's face showed some embarrassment as she looked at the Third Elder and said, "After all, Chu Yang is our Yin-Yang Sect's Saint Heir.
We hope that the Third Elder can turn a blind eye this time. You can state your terms, and as long as we can fulfill them, we will do our best."
"Yes, Third Elder," Xiao Ruoxue sighed and eventually said, "Our relationship with the Yin-Yang Sect has always been good; there's no need to make things so tense.
Besides, young people are bound to be impulsive at times. Let them apologize; as long as they don't die, even if they're left with half a life, it's fine."
Hearing Xiao Ruoxue's words, the Third Elder also began to hesitate.
"Just let him live," at this moment, Xu Qingshan stood up from below the stage and spoke indifferently.
