At the meeting hall of Xuan Ji Sub-League.
The atmosphere within the hall was opressive, as if the very air was going to ignite at any given moment. Xuan Ji was seated on her throne looking at the people below her with an unchanging expression.
"Xuan Ji, what will it take for you to release Ye Mo? He is my disciple. Just tell me what your conditions are," Elder Feng said anxiously.
Xuan Ji waved her hand and interrupted Elder Feng. "Don't bother. Ye Mo killed Xue Xiu, a member of the Xuan Ji Sub-League, and then killed Song Yang. His crimes cannot be pardoned. Don't bother pleading for him."
"Master Xuan Ji, please have mercy on Brother Ye Mo. Chuchu will kowtow for you." Yun Chuchu knelt down and kowtowed at Xuan Ji repeatedly. Tears rolled down from her eyes like raindrops, pitter-pattering on the ground below.