In the vast snowy landscape, Murong Qiqi rode at the front with the scar-faced man beside her and the rest of the group following. The scar-faced man was unhappy that Murong Qiqi had let Mu Yudie go so easily. In his eyes, anyone who offended the young lady deserved nothing but death. Letting Mu Yudie go was simply too lenient!
"Tiexue, killing doesn't necessarily solve the problem!" Murong Qiqi laughed. "Sometimes, it's more painful for a person to stay alive than to die. Besides, saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. My merciful heart spared her, and I'll just count it as a blessing."
"Young lady, don't fool us! If you're merciful and kind-hearted, wouldn't we of the Demon Domain be like Bodhisattvas saving all sentient beings?" The dwarf's voice came from behind, and the group burst into laughter.
