"There are so many people on the ship, some good, some bad; we can't tell them apart in a short time," Hu Zhile said, comforting with a smile. "If the ship really is destroyed by the gigantic waves, who should we save and who shouldn't we save?
Don't be upset; let them survive first. Once we reach the shore, there will be plenty of time to settle accounts. We promise not to wrong a good person or let a bad one go. Besides..."
She glanced at the small girl who had fainted in her arms, her whole body soaked, and with a flick of her finger, used the Cleaning Technique. Instantly, the girl's body was dry and refreshed, making her appear even smaller, darker, and skinnier.
"Moreover, mortals are very fragile. If they're caught in the wind and rain and fall into the lake, they can catch colds. Without timely treatment, it's inevitable they'll suffer casualties."
Leng Yutang frowned slightly and added, "Mortals are fragile, and the things they make are even more fragile.
