Madam Qian's words were weak and feeble, yet every word fell upon Xiao Hua's ears. For some reason, shame rose in Xiao Hua's heart. Yes, he possessed the strength of a Golden Core cultivator now. He could slaughter low-level cultivators at will, soar through the skies and burrow through the earth, roam free as he pleased, and regard all mortals as ants! But... what did any of that amount to? In this world, could he... save all living beings? What use was a cultivator's cultivation... then???
Xue Xue was in even worse shape. She had never faced this mortal world, never witnessed such cruel circumstances. She had never imagined that beneath the same blue sky, while she danced with her beloved, so many mortals were drowning in misery and suffering, lingering on the brink of life and death, reduced to eating human flesh raw just to fill their bellies!!!
It was only after the time it took to smoke a pipe, when Madam Qian's sobbing gradually ceased from exhaustion, that Xiao Hua came to his senses. He let out a long sigh. "Goodness! Though this Xiao has no power to turn the tide today, this Xiao will surely cultivate with all his strength and pray for the day when he gains the power to turn the tide! And today, so long as it lies within this Xiao's ability, I will certainly preserve your lives!"
Indeed, what means did ordinary mortals possess? Only cultivators could wield great power against such natural calamities! The stronger Xiao Hua became, the more right he would have to speak!
"Can you bring rain? Can you make rice grow from this barren land?" Madam Qian demanded again. "Even the immortal elders of the Yun Lan Sect would likely not dare make such a boast, would they?"