Song Yin looked at these mortals whose appearances had aged due to hard labor, but whose sole preoccupation was whether they would be full or go hungry.
He gazed upon these mortals who from the moment they opened their eyes were consumed by chores, busy from dawn to dusk, yet barely brought home any significant amount of coins.
He watched those who could potentially earn gold and silver through their own labor, yet were forced to kneel and ingratiate themselves with smiles and the sale of their flesh.
What did he want to say?
He had so much he wanted to say!
Yet when the words reached his lips, they stuck in his throat, refusing to come out.
"Have you ever thought about living a life where you don't have to kneel to make money?" Song Yin asked.
The Little Two and that group of maids nodded subconsciously.
"Have you thought about living a life where you can earn enough gold and silver just through your own labor?"
The few working mortals nodded as well.
