Hearing the woman's cries, Jia Yan simply sneered and shook his head, then pushed open the room door and walked to his own room.
As a cold-blooded creature, Jia Yan was just a mosquito. He didn't think he had the fervor to help a non-Earth being.
Xiao Ya was sobbing her heart out in her room, while Jia Yan on the other side ignored her.
For him, whether she chose death or life, the most he could do was stay away and not witness her seeking death.
The next day, as Jia Yan shifted his focus back to his avatar from cultivating with his true body, he frowned uncomfortably.
It turned out that his next-door neighbor, Xiao Ya, was actually kneeling outside his room, waiting in agony.
And there Xiao Ya knelt at the door of Jia Yan's room, looking like she was about to collapse.
