Jiu Lan was a little perplexed. Even now, with Jiang Nan locked in prison and facing such a predicament—
He still didn't regret it, still believed he'd done the right thing?
Was that what he truly thought?
"Is freedom... really that important?"
Jiu Lan kept walking without turning toward Jiang Nan. He couldn't see what expression she wore!
But Jiang Nan remembered the look of disgust in Jiu Lan's eyes when she'd gazed upon the Myriad Races of the Starry Sky!
The corners of his mouth curled upward!
An opportunity!
"Is it not important? Then let me ask you: does the Netherworld Race truly have freedom?"
"Because of your racial talent and the Nether River energy, aren't you just as imprisoned in the Styx Star Domain? The Netherworld Death Prison holds criminals from the Myriad Races of the Starry Sky! Yet the Netherworld Race is also imprisoned in the Styx Star Domain by those same races! Isn't that ridiculous?"
Jiu Lan's heart tightened, and she secretly clenched her fists!
"We have a cooperative relationship with the Holy Law Association. The Netherworld Race can operate beyond the Styx Star Domain, as long as we report it to the Holy Law Association. We—"
Jiang Nan cut in. "Only you know what the situation is really like. This is false freedom!"
"I didn't see the Netherworld Race in the Starry Sky Sequence, and the Netherworld Race isn't even qualified to participate in the Sequence War, is it?"
"The only reason you still exist is because the Myriad Races of the Starry Sky have granted you that existence. They've made concessions!"
"You may not be a slave race, but have you ever truly had freedom? You've been confined to the Styx Star Domain for so long. Have you forgotten just how dazzling this starry