Duncan never imagined that someone could be so wordy while begging for their life. It opened Duncan's eyes to the level people were ready to stoop to when it comes to saving their lives.
Seeing Duncan smiling and shaking his head, the man let out a relieved sigh. Since the demon wasn't angry anymore, they would probably be spared. He decided to reward his quick-wittedness with some nice wine once he went back to the city. Sighs of relief echoed in his ears as everyone gradually calmed down.
It was true that they didn't have any quarrel with the demon. They just came to watch the excitement. They didn't have any desire to participate in this struggle. Would they have been happier if Duncan died? Absolutely.
But, it didn't mean they would step out and try to finish the deed. That was the job of heroes of the world. They were just ordinary cultivators that were beneath the eyes of these sect disciples. Neither side cared about them very much.
