Having such thoughts, when she looked at Meng Zhao again, Ao Bing actually felt that being taken from the Dragon Clan and brought to the Human Clan's lands in the Divine Land might not be a bad thing after all—perhaps it was an opportunity, a stroke of fortune.
Ao Bing added, "Then aren't you afraid that the hundreds of thousands in Sifang City will suffer calamity? From your conversation, I gathered that you seem to have some arrangement with the people of Sifang City. You may even have designs on these hundreds of thousands. Can you bear such a loss?"
Hearing this, Meng Zhao laughed heartily. He found this young woman of the Dragon Clan remarkably innocent and guileless, somewhat at odds with her earlier image as a battle-crazed woman. "Do you think that, with my current Divine Ability Martial Arts, I need these hundreds of thousands to do anything for me? They are indeed useful to me, but their use is merely to save me some time. They are not indispensable.
"So even if these hundreds of thousands were gone, I might regret it, but I would never put myself in danger for their sake!"
This was also Meng Zhao's true thought. It was not that he felt nothing for these hundreds of thousands of Human Clan members, people who had survived in the brutal environment of the Arctic Ice Plains. Rather, there were times when one had to make choices.
These people were not necessities or essential conditions for his great undertaking. Naturally, there was no need for him to stake his life and future on them.
Meng Zhao had never lacked the courage to risk his life or the spirit to strive onward. It simply depended on whether it was worth it.
At the very least, Meng