"Aren't you going to save them?"
Upon reaching the street, Cang Jin watched as Dugu Qianye left without hesitation and couldn't help but ask. Weren't women supposed to be soft-hearted? Why was she indifferent to those people who were being held captive?
"Why should I save them? If I did, by tomorrow morning, the Divine Temple would find out, and they'd tighten the security in Holy Sea City, which isn't good for me. Why would I do something so thankless and difficult? I don't even know them."
After Dugu Qianye finished speaking, she called out to Xiaoyin and dashed away. At a crossroads, she chose the direction leading to the altar. Cang Jin followed her all the way to it.
Different from what they had seen during the day, the altar at this hour seemed even more sinister and bewitching, its two topmost black columns looking like pathways into darkness.
