The eyes blurred by tears were full of despair and sorrow.
Feng Liyan heard Wen Xiao'ai's words, frowned slightly, and said angrily, "No nonsense."
"Hmph, are you threatening me?" The Clan Leader snorted coldly, the hand holding the scepter trembling almost imperceptibly.
"If threats work, then so be it."
"Very well, you really have grown wings, giving up everything for an outsider." The Clan Leader was furious, and the scepter in his hand struck the ground heavily.
"You want him to live, right? Fine. Ye Qi, Medicine King, you two go out."
"Clan Leader..." Ye Qi was worried and unwilling to leave.
"What? Does the Clan Leader's words not carry weight? Or are you afraid I'll hurt her?" The Clan Leader's tone was particularly sharp, apparently angered by Wen Xiao'ai's threat of death.
Since the Clan Leader said so, Ye Qi and Feng Liyan really couldn't defy him. Though worried about Wen Xiao'ai, the Clan Leader also made a point.
She couldn't possibly hurt her.
