"Within the past couple of days."
Qin Yi walked over to the sofa opposite Yun Mengyao and sat down, speaking lightly.
Yun Mengyao paused for a moment, "Are you sure it's the Golden Winged Roc tribe?"
"They slaughtered a village as soon as they appeared."
Yun Mengyao's expression changed slightly. Qin Yi's words were clear enough; these people had killed, so how could their identity not be certain?
Yun Mengyao sighed, "The Golden Winged Roc tribe has always looked down on humans. They consider humans weak, selfish, greedy, worse than ants, only fit to become food."
"They're not wrong at all."
Yun Mengyao looked at Qin Yi in surprise.
Qin Yi's lips curved slightly, "Humans are indeed weak, selfish, and greedy. But that's not a reason for them to take human lives, and it goes against my goal. I want to protect humans, yet they see those I protect as mere ants. What do you think I should do?"
