Jiang Ying looked up at the man on the podium. He truly possessed the air of an immortal, appearing as if he were a god. As he spoke on the topic of "a cultivator should keep their heart set on the righteous path and harbor a spirit that embraces the world," she couldn't help but sneer inwardly.
The words he had said to her in her past life still echoed in her ears: "What fault is mine? The death of ants is not worth lamenting. Why should I feel guilty for the sake of ants?"
In his eyes, every life he trampled beneath his feet was nothing more than kindling for an alchemy furnace, destined to turn to ash. Hence, "not worth lamenting."
Chapter 89