"Thank you very much for your mercy."
After the delivery of the sentence and the choice made by the Zhang clan juniors, Zhang Guiren filled with emotion, cupped his fists at Yang Qing as he thanked him. Even though he had already prepared himself for their death as was expected for any matter with ties to blood fiend cultivation, even if they still had the potential of dying to the Heavenly inquisition sword, they at least had a chance at surviving it.
Just that chance alone was more than he could have hoped for. Despite spending over 500 years on the battlefield and seeing countless of his clansmen die, he never quite got used to it. It still cut deep every time he saw it happen. He was glad that the tally he had in his head would not be added to today.