Yu Ziqing understood that Cècè could not truly empathize with him, but he could empathize with her.
He had already starved to death twice!
Now, whenever he saw someone starve to death, he felt discomfort and anguish rising from the depths of his heart.
No matter what, a person should not be allowed to starve to death.
If someone starved to death because of a natural disaster, Yu Ziqing could do nothing about it, and at most, he would feel terrible.
But if someone was deliberately starved to death, and he had the ability to immediately block that path yet chose not to, he could already foresee that even greater man-made disasters might appear over the next few months. By then, perhaps millions, or even tens of millions, would be starved to death.
Perhaps even more than that.
First, doing evil was far, far easier than providing disaster relief. One only needed to ignore everything, and the hearts of those people would not stir in the slightest.
Second, the population on Great Zhen's side was more than an order of magnitude larger than that of the former Wasteland. Even adding two zeroes afterward might not be enough.
That scene of a living hell would be far more terrifying than the Wasteland had been.
Whether because of his identity or his own beliefs, he did not want to see an even more terrifying living hell.
At such a cost, with a high probability that he still could not completely backlash White Sun Holy Mother to death, Yu Ziqing was even less willing to do it.
After pondering for a long while, Yu Ziqing sighed.
He was different from those evil cultivators without morals or humanity. No matter how much he wanted to harden his heart, he still could not do it.