"What are these people pursuing their entire lives, diligently cultivating for the sake of ascension?"
Chen Shi looked at the corpses of these maids and the Green Qilin, feeling somewhat confused for a moment.
The maids who died at the hands of Xi Muran may have been revered Fairies in the mortal world before their ascension, geniuses of their sect, renowned personages whose names were known far and wide, but in the eyes of someone like Xi Muran, an esteemed young nobleman of the Immortal Court, they were mere playthings that could be disposed of, insects that could be exterminated.
When idle, they were Xi Muran's playthings; when troubled, they were corpses for keeping secrets.
This disparity made Chen Shi very uncomfortable.
"Striving bitterly in cultivation, for what purpose? You are the prodigies!"
