Maiden Hong posed two rhetorical questions in succession, her voice thick with disdain and mockery as she mentioned Tian Linong and his son, yet the anger on her face seemed all too real; the second question sounded almost like she was asking herself, and as she spoke, she gazed at Hou Yuduan with a beautiful smile curling up the corners of her mouth.
Upon hearing her own rhetorical question, Hou Yuduan felt a sliver of hope rise in his heart. Gazing at the thick smoke billowing within the city, he quickly stepped forward and whispered softly, "Indeed, spare these common folk, Hong'er. If you persist in this confusion, killing all the people of Tongling will only bring more formidable enemies. If a powerhouse from the Holy Land comes, then not only will you fail to kill Tian Linong and his son, but your own life will be in danger too!"
When Maiden Hong heard Hou Yuduan's words, a trace of softness flickered across her face.
