When Ping Xi Nian heard Yi Qing's words, it was as if he had heard a joke and laughed mockingly.
"What does their life or death have to do with me?" "In this world, there are always people who die. It's just that the question of who dies is just a question of what. The result is the same."
At that moment, Yi Qing didn't want to talk anymore. It was just a matter of you dying.
"I didn't expect you to be so extreme, to actually say such words. If you don't even care about life and death, then why would you care about human love, or those worldly possessions like the gold, silver, and jade silk? At the end of the day, you just don't care about the life and death of others, and you aren't allowed to touch anything that you care about."
"I have the ability to do so."