Wu Peiling, accepted her own death calmly.
After all, what she did were things that harmed the world and defied reason.
Being killed one day was not surprising.
At that moment, Wubei saw Mo Lin's face, as if he had seen a devil.
"Lord Mo Lin, spare me, I beg you!"
It wasn't unreasonable for Wubei to be so frightened.
The rumors about Mo Lin recently were simply too many, and they were all bad.
These rumors depicted Mo Lin as worse than an Evil Cultivator.
"Is my reputation rotten now?" Mo Lin asked Wubei.
Wubei hesitated for a moment, lowered his head, unsure whether to speak or not.
"I'm asking you!"
"Yes, it's rotten. The name Mo Lin is almost universally condemned.
Your current reputation is worse than that of an Evil Cultivator, Great Spirit Mountain has even issued a warrant for your capture." Wubei told Mo Lin truthfully.
Others compete in strength, Great Spirit Mountain plays the game of cunning.
