If Ye Lingyue stepped forward, Luo Qian would definitely realize that Luo Qianche's death was Ye Lingyue's doing.
Di Shen gripped Ye Lingyue tightly; Ye Lingyue glared at him in anger.
But she noticed Di Shen avoided her gaze, his whole person looking unbearably cold.
He looked toward the Merfolk King; at a moment like this, the ones who should step forward were not outsiders like them, but the Merfolk King himself.
"Merfolk King, are you really going to just watch your people be slaughtered at will?"
A flicker of hesitation flashed across the Merfolk King's face.
"People? They're nothing but lowly living spirits. The Water God's people are countless; so what if a few Whale People die? They failed to protect Qian Che—they deserve to die a thousand deaths."
Luo Qian's icy words made the Merfolk King's eyes dim; he said nothing more.
