Chapter 84

The silence of the grand main hall was broken only by the pitiful wheezing of Elder Bai Mo, who lay curled on the floor, rapidly aging into a mortal husk.

Lin Yuan turned his gaze away from the ruined man. With a slow movement, he turned around and sat back down upon the throne.

He looked down at the trembling Patriarch Bai Changkong and the remaining elders of the inner circle, all of whom were still pinned to the floor by the residual terror of his aura.

"Bai Qingyue," Lin Yuan began, his voice calm and measured, "possesses a heart far purer than anything in this clan. If she were standing here beside me today, she would not want me to do anything excessively harsh to anyone. She would likely ask me to stay my hand, to show a mercy that none of you ever showed her."

The elders held their breath, a fragile, desperate sliver of hope igniting in their chests. Was this monster truly going to spare them on behalf of the daughter they had exiled?