The screams of the Yin Demon Blade Saint grew weaker, and the siblings, Chu Xin and Chu Chen, had had their fun, so they stopped their game of kickball.
With a final kick, Chu Chen sent him flying into the Flying Boat.
"Granny, I'll leave this lust demon to you."
Although he had been clamoring to kill the Yin Demon Blade Saint, he found he was somewhat reluctant when it came to actually taking a life.
"After all, he's still just a three-year-old kid."
The old woman felt a twinge of sentiment in her heart, and then turned to look at the Yin Demon Blade Saint lying on the ground, his eyes dull and body like a lump of mud, as her lips twitched slightly.
Just as she was lamenting how the cute little children were too compassionate to strike a deadly blow to their enemy, she quickly retracted her thoughts upon seeing the plight of the Yin Demon Blade Saint.
