Hundreds of Divine Mountain Rats couldn't all be stopped at once. Before long, the sounds of battle came from outside the valley. Ding Fan saw that Ling Wanru hadn't come out of her tent at all. He frowned and walked into Ling Wanru's tent with Crimson Flame. When Ding Fan saw Ling Wanru sitting quietly, slowly sipping a cup of Bloody Rose, his gaze turned cold. He said coldly, "Ling Wanru, Heaven has a virtue of giving life, and the people outside are all from your Spirit Dragon Hall. Are you just going to watch them die?"
Ling Wanru raised her head, a bit tipsy, and giggled foolishly. With her head tilted, she said to Ding Fan, "They can watch my loved ones die, so why can't I watch them die? There aren't any good people in Spirit Dragon Hall. Even if they die, what does it have to do with me? Saving them isn't my responsibility. No one can say anything if I don't save them. People are so selfish. If they can be so selfish, why can't I be a bit selfish too?"
