"Give up! You're no match for me, I don't want to hurt you."
The seven-colored feathered wings behind Yun Mengyao slowly flapped, she spoke coolly and indifferently, like an Empress gazing down at all beings.
Yin Qingyi mocked, "Yun Mengyao, don't make it sound so nice. If you really didn't want to hurt us, you wouldn't be chasing us so relentlessly."
"How about we make a deal, you let us go?"
Yun Mengyao replied indifferently, "Not wanting to hurt you is my intention. But capturing you is my duty. These two do not conflict."
"Damn, I really can't stand you sanctimonious bastards. It's just that your Feather Clan is more powerful, but in terms of bloodline, my brother and I are not inferior to you, so there's no need to put on a saintly facade in front of us, it's really disgusting."
"Yun Mengyao, let's stop the nonsense! Since you won't let us go, then we'll fight."
"Brother, do it!"
