"Master, please be gentle, I am afraid of pain."
Colorful Clothes tilted her face, her large eyes brimming with tears that were about to fall, yet she forcibly held back the urge to cry.
She had grown up in the Heavenly Demon Mountain Range, depending solely on her grandmother for companionship, and there were no particularly powerful experts in their tribe, thus, the elders had taught her early on.
When facing an unbeatable enemy, beg for mercy as soon as possible, showing your worth.
Her grandmother often told her that when she was young, she should not be lazy, as every bit of hard work now could potentially save her life later.
After all, whether it be a Great Demon or an Immortal Venerable, they wouldn't just live off the air and dew; they too needed people to serve and assist them.
Their Five Light Clan, regardless of whom they served, as long as they could secure a prosperous future, it was wise to straightforwardly accept submission.
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