One cannot, on one hand, continue to enjoy the gifts of the ancestors and the path of cultivation they bestowed, while on the other hand talk of some nonsense about independent will!
Parasites must have the mentality of parasites!
Fool!"
With that, the East Sea approached Luo Xiuqing, pressing a hand on her shoulder.
Luo Xiuqing was like being struck by lightning, her body fell softly to her knees, trembling.
"Do you know why the ancestor has made you reflect here? Ghost Cloud Cliff, ha! What a place!"
"...Why?"
"Because this is where the Jia Bird Tribe is buried... where those disgusting parasites like you, for thousands of years, are buried!
On one side they suck the blood of the ancestors, while on the other they enjoy the grace of the ancestors—and then, like you, they disgustingly talk to themselves, disrespecting the will of the ancestors, speaking nonsense about the freedom and independence of the Ghost Race.
Bah!
