"But why on earth is that?" An Yan's face turned somewhat pale as she couldn't help but ask.
Xue An looked out the window and said indifferently, "Because in the eyes of the disciples from these great Sects, one must sever worldly emotions to become an immortal, without the slightest contamination! And in their eyes, ordinary people are but ants, not worth mentioning at all."
An Yan's complexion grew very unsightly, for she was shocked by Xue An's words.
"Of course, there are also many Sects that are benevolent! The Multiverse Realms, after all, is a place mixed with light and darkness, goodness and evil. In time, you will understand!"
"Mm!" An Yan responded, then gently caressed the wound at Xue An's waist with a touch of tenderness.
"Does it still hurt?"
Xue An exaggeratedly inhaled sharply, "Of course it hurts!"
"Sorry, hubby, I shouldn't have been so rough!" An Yan said, sticking out her tongue.
