บท 693: Huang Bai Xing's Snow Field

"Princess!!"

"This is my decision," Wu Ying said firmly. "You're not allowed to mention this matter to anyone, especially our ancestors." Her words seemed to be a warning to them.

"If we can't even avenge and seek justice for our own people, what face do we have to show our ancestors?" The wiccans and witches gritted their teeth in frustration.

"Princess, you're really making us lose face, when did we, the descendants of the Witchcraft clan, become afraid of outsiders?" one of them said. 

Wu Ying's response was icy, "I make you lose face? What face do you want if you lose your life?"

The wiccans and witches retorted, "At least, we'll die with dignity, not as cowards!"

Wu Ying's expression was difficult to read.

Just as the tension was filled in the hall, a voice interrupted their argument.

"Pfft!!" Huang Bai Xing burst into laughter, while Shenlian Yingyue raised an eyebrow.