Although she was the Great Elder of the Demon Sect's Floral Pavilion, the demonkin outside would not recognize her identity, she was well-read and strong-willed, had long understood the demonkin's cruel methods from the books, and if she fell into the hands of the demonkin... Just thinking about the terrifying practices recorded in the books made her tremble uncontrollably.
Being captured by demonkin would be worse than taking her own life on the spot.
"Indeed, City Lord Feng, when can the reinforcements from Great Qin arrive, is there a specific time?" A sword-bearing elder in a turquoise Daoist robe and a corpulent, bald monk couldn't help but echo out loud.
Beset by these people's incessant chatter, City Lord Feng Xinglie of Heavenly Wind City could hardly suppress his scorn, "Where is the fervor all of you had when you were secretly hamstringing and competing against me, each not wishing for the King of Great Qin's troops to be stationed too much in the Eastern Region?"
