In Zhao Zicang's view, mortals are nothing but ants.
Even if it's just one Zhang Family Village, even if it's ten Zhang Family Villages, he would kill them all without a second thought, without a hint of mercy or compassion.
In his subconscious, cultivators are meant to be above all, as different from mortals as clouds are from mud.
Mortals in his eyes are no different from livestock; if they are killed, they are killed.
"I let you live back then and you miraculously escaped, but it also set you on the path of cultivation. You truly exceeded my expectations."
Zhao Zicang grinned, showing no signs of remorse, his eyes curiously sizing up Zhang Nianchuan.
"It seems you've had good fortunes over the years, reaching the Foundation Establishment Stage at such a young age."
During the conversation between Zhang Nianchuan and Zhao Zicang, Lu Ping had an epiphany.
