"Brother Tu, are we really sure this is a good idea?"
A young woman in white frowned slightly and sighed softly.
"They may be lowly commoners, but they're still our own kind. To just send them off to be used as blood sacrifices..."
"Xiaolian, that's not the right way to think about it,"
Chen Tu said flatly.
"You are a direct descendant of a Celestial Human. My master is one of the world's foremost Great Celestial Humans, with a high chance of becoming an Earth Immortal. You and I are destined for greatness."
He paused for a moment before continuing,
"Besides, how can mortals who haven't even stepped onto the cultivation path be considered our kin? You know the current situation. The Federation is begging the beings beyond the Great Wall for peace talks. What's wrong with us getting on their good side ahead of time?"
Du Xueling tilted her head and fell silent for a moment. A sighing expression once again appeared on her lovely face.
