"Nothing has changed, huh."
"The nobility say, this is fate."
Li Guanyi asked, "Fate?"
Saatanati, while cutting horse grass, naturally replied:
"Yes, the king's statutes in the Western Regions say that people of the highest status are immeasurably meritorious. One drop of their blood is worth an ounce of gold or silver, while people of middle status have blood worth a cent of gold or silver. We are the lowest class, and our blood is filled with filth."
"We are born into this world for atonement."
"People are not the same."
"Lord Buddha says, in this life, we should endure hardship properly; that way, we will pay off our karmic debts, and in the next life, we can live well."
"I don't care about the next life."
Saatanati pressed her lips together: "I want to cut more horse grass, so the horses can eat well, and we can hunt more prey. That way, we can exchange more things in the city, and maybe more people can survive."
