But even if they wanted her dead, she still wouldn't die, would she?
"Let me ask you something. Why haven't I seen a single Human Race cultivator all along the way?"
Ye Lin voiced the question that had been bothering him for the past three days.
"You don't know? Fine, I'll explain it to you."
Ye Lingxi had completely given up. She now regarded Ye Lin as a primitive man who knew nothing at all. No matter what he asked from now on, she wouldn't find it surprising.
"The entire Northern Region is controlled by the myriad races. The Human Race holds a lowly status. In the eyes of the myriad races, humans are slaves—slaves anyone can humiliate, slaves anyone can step on."
"The Northern Frontier is an inconspicuous corner of the Northern Region. The land is barren and lacks resources. The myriad races have discarded it, calling it a land of death."
"But for us humans, this is our last place of refuge. That's why the Northern Frontier has more Human Race forces. As for cultivators, they are even rarer."
"The Human Race was already small in number to begin with, let alone cultivators. Cultivation resources are scarce, and there are no powerful experts. This has only caused the Human Race to grow weaker and weaker."
"Looking at the bigger picture, the destruction of the Human Race is only a matter of time."
Ye Lingxi spoke in a somewhat low voice, an inexplicable sorrow in her words.
"With things this chaotic, they're still fighting a civil war?"
Ye Lin frowned. He had never imagined the situation could be this dire. With their race on the brink of extinction, they still had the leisure to wage civil war? Were they afraid the Human Race wouldn't perish fast enough?
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