Si Ren's mind was in a state of utter turmoil at that moment, hesitating endlessly between killing and sparing his captive.
On one hand, the person before him refused to yield, attempting to use words to threaten and intimidate him. If he truly gave in, the consequences for both himself and the country of Hua would be irreversible.
On the other hand, he was deeply reluctant to waste the spiritual energy he had worked so hard to accumulate. After all, that energy did not come easily; it could not be recovered through cultivation and meditation, but required painstaking accumulation, bit by bit, over time. Having finally managed to grow a reserve the size of a golden elixir, it would be a terrible pity to squander it so casually, costing him a vital trump card.
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