"World of martial arts? What does that mean? I don't quite understand." Shen Xingxue looked bewildered, glancing at Miao Yiniang, then at Chu Mo and Huang Hui.
Huang Hui shook her head: "I don't understand these things either, but when I was very weak, there were always powerful beings who wanted to kill me. I used to wonder, where did I offend them? I did not encroach upon their territory, nor did I compete with them for resources, yet they seemed to want to kill me for no reason at all."
With a twinkle of innocence in her eyes, Shen Xingxue asked, "And what happened then?"
"Later, after surviving many life-and-death crises, I finally understood one thing." Huang Hui said softly: "Those beings probably wanted to kill me for fear that I would grow strong and pose a threat to them."
"What kind of reason is that?" Shen Xingxue was stunned.
