Walking on the street, amidst the ceaseless stream of people, aside from the occasional glance cast in admiration at Cao Xue, Ye Xiao blended perfectly into the sea of humanity like a drop of water.
"You... never mind, it's nothing."
Cao Xue had wanted to ask Ye Xiao just what he had gone through to end up looking the way he did now.
What she cared about most wasn't Ye Xiao's current power, but that act of his, akin to throwing away an animal, not even glancing at it, tossing Song Qiao casually into the corner.
Ye Xiao's behavior gave her the impression that in his eyes, Song Qiao was no longer even a "person."
In Ye Xiao's eyes, she could not find the slightest regard or pity for life.
"This world has always been survival of the fittest, even if civilization has developed to this point, with towering skyscrapers, aren't they still the primitive forest where only the strong can survive?"
