If it had been anyone else pleading for Qin Xueyun, Mo Qi certainly wouldn't have paid them any mind.
But Gu Peng was different. He was a man with principles, integrity, passion, and sincerity. He would rather die than betray himself—a man of true character.
Mo Qi thought highly of him and deeply respected him.
"Brother Gu, you're in this state because of her. She never gave a damn about you. Kindness isn't always returned in kind. Are you sure you want me to spare her life?"
If their positions were reversed, Mo Qi knew he couldn't be as magnanimous as Gu Peng.
Gu Peng was gravely injured. His Dantian had been pierced, and all his Cultivation had dissipated.
He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and, forcing back the searing pain that tore through his body, sat up and leaned against a large boulder. His gaze fell upon Qin Xueyun.
At that moment, Qin Xueyun's face was a mask of terror. She stared intently at Mo Qi, her eyes filled with desperation.
