I Didn't Want To Draw My Saber, But The Demoness Forced Me

Jiang Hao looked at Hong Yuye. "Because they dared to disrespect you, Senior."

"Are you worried that I would blame you, or do you think more people would die if I took action?" Hong Yuye casually asked while sipping her tea.

Her voice was calm and indifferent as if she didn't care about the lives of those around her.

"I was worried about dirtying Senior's hands. It's sufficient for someone like me to kill such people," Jiang Hao respectfully replied.

"So full of lies." Hong Yuye continued to drink her tea.

It seemed that she was accustomed to Jiang Hao lying. Seeing this, Jiang Hao breathed a sigh of relief.

There was a bit of truth in Jiang Hao's lie. He really didn't want the disciples from the Blood Fiend Sect to make Hong Yuye angry. If they had succeeded in that, she might have killed everyone indiscriminately.