Upon hearing Bai Xiaofan's words, Ye Qing'er responded softly and then followed him, continuing to head north.
"Mr. Bai, do we really have to kill to survive?"
After a long while, Ye Qing'er suddenly lifted her small face, looking at Bai Xiaofan with utmost seriousness, her beautiful eyes flickering with a puzzled expression.
"Why do you ask that?"
"Because if you hadn't shown up just now, I might have already been killed by Zhao Ye and the others, and I wouldn't even have died peacefully but would have been humiliated by them!"
"Actually, there are many ways to survive, but we are now cultivators, and in the world of cultivators, the phrase 'the strong reign supreme' is eternally unchanging!"
Bai Xiaofan had not expected Ye Qing'er to ask such a question. After thinking for a moment, he continued to speak.
