Su Hao had been reborn into quite a few worlds, but he had seen few with a system of slavery.
Perhaps Su Hao had been too weak back then, unable to explore those worlds, and simply knew too little!
The word "slave" suddenly surfaced, stirring a faint unease in Su Hao's heart. As he walked, he studied the ordinary people who deliberately avoided him.
These people looked no different from anyone else, yet Su Hao always felt that something was missing from their spiritual worlds. It was as though the vigor that came with being human had vanished. Though they still lived stubbornly on, they were merely pheasants penned up in the mountains, surviving by instinct.
Pheasants could actually live very happily, so long as they did not know too much.
What was frightening was when the pheasants knew they were nothing but penned-up pheasants.
Looking at these people, Su Hao came to a faint realization. "They hold no hope for life."
They were people who had lost their "heart of battle."
If people no longer "fought," the joy of life would be reduced by more than half! As Su Hao followed behind Fairy Feng Ling, the ripples in his heart gradually settled. Oppression is everywhere! This cultivation world reeks of decay at every turn. Something is wrong!
As for what exactly was wrong, Su Hao could not put it into words for the moment. He merely thought, I'll gather more information first.
Su Hao asked no more questions and soon followed Fairy Feng Ling to a pavilion. After they presented Moon Valley's special identification tokens and verified their identities,
the old cultivator who looked like a shopkeeper accepted the Mission Scroll Fairy Feng Ling handed over. He opened it and examined it carefully, then stroked the short tuft of