"The Dragon Lord does have something of a bodhisattva's heart." Wu Ni's tone carried a measure of disdain. Having cultivated to their level, whose hands were not stained with blood? Whether it was him or the other ancestral witches, they had encountered countless perils on their rise, and had often slaughtered entire regions.
To them, no matter how many of those ants died or were injured, it could not stir them in the slightest.
Lu Xiaotian was now releasing his aura, deliberately driving away these low-ranking demons and monsters. In Wu Ni's eyes, it was somewhat like a woman's softheartedness—a needless gesture.
These demons and monsters had no idea what was happening. They would not feel the slightest gratitude because of it.
"It was merely the work of a lifted hand. I felt like doing it, so I did." Lu Xiaotian smiled calmly, unconcerned with whether the other party understood. A whim had struck him, and so he acted.
Yan Ji smiled at the sight. To some extent, she understood Lu Xiaotian's way of thinking.
These ancestral witches had been born into the Ancient Witch Clan from childhood. They were heaven-favored prodigies with outstanding comprehension and talent, and had never experienced the lives of the countless common people.
Yan Ji had watched Lu Xiaotian rise from the mere cultivation of the Immortal realm to where he stood today. Through his interactions in the Dragon Domain with Luo Qing, Lu Wushuang, Xiang Qingcheng, and the others, she had also learned of some of his earlier experiences in the rumored Moonwatch City—from a Rogue Cultivator at the Qi Refining stage, to the Nascent Soul and Spirit Transformation realms that came later.
Compared to these people, had Lu Xiaotian not once been one of the countless common people himself?
If they truly encountered