But the others didn't stop their actions, after all, Smith Davies had already said they had no hearts, meaning they had no souls.
They must be just consumables for use!
While Willow Tennyson was pondering, a voice sounded beside her:
"Ashes are the shadows of the sun. Their existence gives light meaning, but with the Mother River's balance, everything must be in moderation; otherwise… extremes lead to reversals!"
Willow Tennyson squinted her eyes and turned her head to chop, meeting a pair of navy blue eyes, which looked at her with a brimming smile.
Although she was extremely beautiful, Willow Tennyson always felt… beneath that aesthetically pleasing skin, there were no typical human emotions or desires. Everything that happened seemed, to her, like watching a group of ants fight—
always mocking from on high!
Even though she didn't like this woman, she still asked:
"What do you mean?"
