"Qing Yingying!"
Jiang Chen glanced at the people of the three families, ignoring them, and turned to look at Qing Yingying.
Qing Yingying trembled slightly, retreating hastily, filled with terror as she looked at Jiang Chen.
"Go back and tell your clan's ancestor that if you want war, Changlin Academy will accompany you to the end. If you do not wish for war, then bring Su Qingluan's mother to Changlin Academy to exchange for the Primordial Spirits of those two Supremes."
Jiang Chen spoke coldly.
"You're not going to kill me?"
Qing Yingying's eyes revealed an incredulous expression. This killer, was actually letting her go?
"If you wish to die, I can fulfill that for you!"
Jiang Chen looked at Qing Yingying coldly, "But there's no necessity for you to deliver the message."
"No, no, no! I don't want to die, I don't want to die!"
Qing Yingying hastily waved her hands.
"Scram!"
Jiang Chen shouted coldly.
"Yes, yes, yes."
