Among barren mountains and wild ridges, insects buzzed incessantly, and occasionally, forest birds perched on branches, scrutinizing the three people walking through the woods.
"Why are you following us?" Su Jie asked Meng Xiaolan.
"If you can come here, naturally, so can I," Meng Xiaolan pouted, "By the way, you aren't just an ordinary martial artist, are you? Could you be the legendary cultivator?"
"No, I am just an ordinary martial arts practitioner," Su Jie calmly stated a fact.
Meng Xiaolan: "..."
Silence is the best answer.
"Do you sympathize with those disaster victims and want to find a way for them to survive?" Finally, it was Meng Xiaolan herself who broke the silence, "You are very naive; perhaps you live in a very affluent family, but I too have traveled outside for a time and can assure you that most people are selfish. It is already a great kindness to not trample on others when they are suffering."
