It's too late to say anything

"Stop, stop, stop fighting!" Qiu gaohe was beaten black and blue, his old bones almost falling apart as he loudly begged for mercy.

"It's too late to beg for mercy now. If I don't show my might, do you really think I'm a sick cat?" Ever since ye Qianhe had followed Ling Chuxi, he had always pretended to be a kind person. It had been a long time since he had fought to his heart's content. In any case, he had already revealed his true colors, so there was nothing to worry about. Not only did he not attack, but he also beat her up even more ruthlessly.

"Sect master, I'm willing to accept you as the sect master and lead the Qiu family back to the sect. Please save my life, please." This time, Qiu gaohe was really in pain from being beaten up, and he was also scared. Seeing that his old life would sooner or later be lost in ye Qianhe's hands if this continued, he desperately rushed out, rolling and crawling towards Ling Chuxi. As he ran, he cried for help.