Li Jing constantly swallowed, a cold sweat dripping down his forehead. It was just a momentary pause, but it felt like an excruciatingly long time to him.
Ao Bing's next words felt like a death sentence to him.
Yet, Ao Bing paused slightly and said, "This Li Gen, his death is... truly a well-deserved death."
"Ah?"
"Heavenly principles favor preserving life; he was bestowed with the supreme grace of the Heavenly Emperor and received the generous pay of the Heavenly Court. Yet, he saw such heaven-offending and grievous evil and not only did he not intervene to stop it, he instead added fuel to the fire and implicated our Dragon Palace in unrighteousness. Truly, his death was less than he deserved! Speaking of which, I really should thank Nezha for taking action and cleaning house for our Dragon Palace."
With his mouth agape, Li Jing stared at Ao Bing, who was looking back at him with shining eyes, completely bewildered by what was happening.
