Outside the secret treasury, Wang Yi piloted the Floating Mountain to a stop before the six Feces Hall Players.
"Spare us!"
"We're not Mountain Bandits!"
"We surrender! We'll do whatever you say. Just don't kill us, we'll do anything!"
"We're Players! We're more useful than the Indigenous People..."
The six of them knelt, kowtowing and begging for mercy. Their groveling was no different from that of the Indigenous People.
Lu Hongyan was among them, her head bobbing like a pestle grinding garlic, not daring to look up.
Wang Yi shook his head. He didn't accept their surrender, nor did he plan to kill them. He would let them fend for themselves.
"Go down the mountain. Good luck..."
