Nie Yan lightly coughed, somewhat blushing with embarrassment. He understood what Kokakori meant. From this high rank Shaman's point of view, simply not depriving the lives of these people was a great act of mercy worthy of admiration.

“Nirvana Flame, don’t think you’re all that just because you’re a Great Prophet. One of these days, I’ll take that title and shove it right up your-” an orc Warrior with an explosive temper shouted before he was restrained by the guards. He kicked and flailed as a rag of cloth was stuffed in his mouth.

The onlookers all stared at the orc Warrior like they were looking at an idiot. This dumbass actually believed he could take revenge on Nirvana Flame? Perhaps it was time he took a long, hard look in the mirror. With his ability, even if given a lifetime, he’d never even reach Nie Yan’s feet.

“Shaman Kokakori, it seems he’s incorrigible. For threatening me, may I ask what’s the maximum number of days we can have him locked up in jail for on top of his previous offenses?” Nie Yan asked. This fool....