Bai Yu's expression also dimmed, sighing as he said, "Otherwise? What can we do? Our Spirit Divine Race is always used as tools, no matter the time. We lack strong power. Have you forgotten what kind of life our tribe lived before?"
Qing Yu fell into memories, her expression becoming sorrowful. "Little Ning was traded like merchandise. Our Spirit Divine Race is just like goods, without any personal freedom, and I almost...sigh!"
"Yes, that's why I act this way. We can't escape our predicament on our own, so we must rely on others to escape. Otherwise, our fate will always be controlled by others. Once the Golden Demon knows we're here, you can probably guess our end."
Bai Yu said with some sadness.
"Hmm, I know, sister. But why did you choose this person?"
Bai Yu looked deeply at Ye Chen, a curve appearing at the corner of her mouth, smiling as she said, "Because he is not ordinary, very special, extremely special."
