"Yes," Xu Bai nodded, "This place is indeed special, and I dare not trespass recklessly."
"So honest, I thought you were one of the scholars, always so decorous," the middle-aged man said with a teasing smile.
"Sometimes, I indeed act disrespectfully," Xu Bai pondered and said, "I was born in a rather splendid place and was influenced by various principles from a young age, but sometimes I still make decisions that go against my elders."
Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man asked curiously, "Are you a good person?"
Upon hearing this, Xu Bai pondered and said, "Hard to say."
"What's the matter?" the man asked casually as he came to the stove after washing vegetables.
At that moment, he opened the lid of the pot, and the aroma of rice wafted out.
Xu Bai followed and said, "I have killed quite a few people; to those people, I am definitely not a good person."
"Then why did you kill?" the middle-aged man asked.
