This time, Moxiu personally took action and killed all of the mixed-bloods.
Looking at the scene before him, Mo Xiu felt his heart ache. This could have been avoided, but it was all because of him that so many innocent people had died.
In Moxiu's eyes, those mixed-bloods were no different from wild beasts. He would kill every single one of them. His benevolence had caused even more innocent people to lose their lives.
One night.
The entire night passed.
All parties had killed all the mixed bloods. All the names on the list, no matter where they escaped to, were all found out.
After a night, everything was calm.
Moxiu returned to the tavern and took a nap. Perhaps he was tired from the night of battle, or perhaps he was mentally tired.
The reaction of the people was completely different from the last time. The last time, Moxiu's massacre caused the people to hate him.