Xu Qingyue had come to seek justice, but upon seeing the boy with the pale face begging only for death, she truly couldn't bring herself to promise anything.
The conflicted Qingyue Princess suddenly changed her expression, shielding the boy behind her while drawing the soft sword from her waist and holding it horizontally in front of her, and with her other hand forming a sword finger, hundreds of congenital sword energies that could break through the body whooshed out, slashing at all the underbrush beside Bishui Lake.
"Ding ding ding ding!"
The sound of sword hilt clashes followed, and an inspector from the Wind Department under the command of the Dutian Heavenly King emerged with several officials from the Wind Department, while in the dense forest not cut down by the sword energy, dozens to hundreds of breaths could be heard, varying in strength.
