"The little demon pays respects to the Heavenly Master!"
Qing Jie, along with a group of Great Saints, knelt and bowed toward Song Lin.
Their image was utterly wretched, their demeanor profoundly servile.
It was hard to believe that this was the once-arrogant Demon Clan of the Legend Sect.
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Qing Jie felt deep humiliation but had no choice but to submit.
"Do you know your crimes?"
Song Lin bellowed, his voice cold and commanding.
For some reason, looking at Qing Jie reminded Song Lin of the demonized version of Qingchen.
Perhaps both were adept at eliciting pity for themselves, though Song Lin wouldn't allow this one to bask in self-pity for long.
"The little demon knows its crimes are unforgivable. However, I beseech the Heavenly Master to have mercy on the lower-ranking demons. They were coerced by the higher-ups. Sparing them would also serve as an example for other demons."
At this moment, Qing Jie dared to bargain.
