Song Xiwei realized that the Heavenly Cloud Ladder was indeed a good place. From its height, one could see almost the entire Dragon Bone Branch Altar.
Indeed, the number of patrol personnel at the four entrances and exits has increased significantly.
Song Xiwei could only send a telepathic message to Xiao Zhuang, telling her to hold back and wait for her reply.
Turning around, he saw Aoqian squatting there silently with his back to him, his shoulders shrugging.
Upon seeing this scene, Song Xiwei felt uneasy.
She had promised to help him get home, but due to various reasons, she couldn't kill him or use violence, so she could only patiently plan ahead.
But she also knew very well that every moment of delay would be a heavy torment for Aoqian.
Her heart softened, and she stepped forward, patted Aoqian's shoulder, about to speak to comfort him.
But then they heard Aoqian's laughter: "Among all living beings, who is truly innocent?"
Song Xiwei sensed something was off about his voice, so she went around to the front of him and saw him staring at a broken-legged ant at his feet with a sinister smile.
"All beings are equal..." Song Xiwei had just started to speak when she was interrupted by Ao Qian's laughter.
After laughing for a while, Aoqian stood up and gazed into the distance. The smile on his lips gradually disappeared, and he spoke indifferently, "Is it really equal? Then why would someone wantonly kill and exterminate others for the position of Demon Lord?"
Song Xiwei could not answer Aoqian's question.
Perhaps his grandmaster could answer this question.
But in Song Xiwei's view, you can't just say that if others are evil, you have to be evil too, right?
If everyone harbors evil thoughts, endlessly, wouldn't this world become a purgatory?
Glancing at Song Xiwei and seeing her overly serious expression, Aoqian pretended to be relaxed and said, "I was just asking casually, you don't need to be so nervous."
Hearing him speak in that tone, Song Xiwei still felt a little uncomfortable. Although she wasn't sure if what she said was right, she still told Aoqian what she was thinking: "Not everything is black and white, but we should strive to have a clear conscience."
Upon hearing this, Aoqian shook his head, unsure whether he disagreed or found Song Xiwei's views laughable.
His long hair was blown by the wind and clung to his face. He said to Song Xiwei in a seemingly joking tone, "My father has many women. My mother wasn't his favorite. I only realized this a few years ago. My mother, such a proud person, can also wallow in self-pity like an ordinary woman. She would hug me dejectedly and ask me if I would go with her if she were to separate from my father..."
Song Xiwei felt that the style of the painting suddenly seemed a little off.
Aoqian actually started chatting with her about everyday things.
"But do you know? When Ze Lin rebelled, few of the subordinates my father trusted and the women he loved stayed by his side. Only my mother, after sending me away, resolutely chose to die with my father."
Listening to Aoqian recount these events, Song Xiwei didn't know how to soothe his emotions, so she could only quietly listen.
Aoqian continued, "I don't know if my father regretted neglecting my mother before he died. He may have loved my mother, but it was only for a short time. My mother was disappointed in him, but in the end she couldn't let go of him, so she chose to die with him."
Aoqian's tone was very calm, as if he were talking about something very ordinary, without any ups and downs.
This tone seemed reassuring, but Song Xiwei always felt that something was off.
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