He didn't care about the life or death of humans. But if he only saved this mortal woman, her soft-hearted and upright nature meant she would surely complain. She might think that figures from the Demon Realm were born cruel. Or perhaps she would blame herself, consumed by guilt, unable to eat or sleep for a long time to come. So, he had no choice. He had to take her feelings into account.
He didn't realize when he had started caring so much about Xin Huohuo's opinions and feelings. The lighthearted joy of his imminent rescue simply surpassed and overshadowed all other thoughts.
Inside the cabin, Xin Huohuo used her last talisman.
To her pain and shame, even though she'd risked injury to her soul-form—using one talisman after another to blast away the people surrounding her and prevent her physical body from being stripped naked—the three layers of clothes she wore had been torn to shreds. They were now just tattered strips of cloth, barely clinging together.
