He was from another world, yes… and cultivators, especially those of higher ranks and prestigious heritages, killed those of lower status for the dumbest reasons imaginable.
If someone of a lofty clan saw you accidentally breathing near their Jade Beauty, they could slap you into a wall.
If you touched a herb they wanted, they could cripple your cultivation. In their world, life had no meaning unless you were born powerful enough for it to matter.
But despite living in this new world under his master, despite taking care of Lillia and Isolde day after day, despite training diligently, expanding his closed cultivation, and killing more monsters than he could count…
Feng had never killed a human before.
And that… was different.
'When you kill a monster… you don't have to reason about how both of you look the same,' Feng thought as he stared down at Larry's corpse.
The man's eyes were still open and frozen in shock with mouth twisted mid-scream.
