Cement said, "You've even comprehended karma. That shouldn't be something a rogue could do."
Lu Yin stared at Cement, a murderous glint gradually rising in his eyes.
Weak civilizations already struggled to survive. Using First Line of Heaven as bait for fishing was an especially despicable tactic.
Lu Yin wasn't overflowing with sympathy. If he encountered a civilization destroying another civilization, he wouldn't interfere—as long as it had nothing to do with Human Civilization.
But he still couldn't stand such vile methods.
Weak civilizations yearned to seize a sliver of hope for survival, but that sliver of hope was precisely an abyss.
Human Civilization had once passed through such an abyss, too. Lu Yin understood it all too well.
There was another thing: he had actually felt a trace of respect for Cement just moments ago. Now he felt as though he'd been deceived.
"Human, anything can happen in Cubic Distance. Plenty of civilizations use First Line of Heaven as bait for fishing. Look across all of Cubic Distance—where can you find a powerhouse who truly sympathizes with weak civilizations? Such beings existed in the past, but there are fewer and fewer now."
"As for the civilizations I've recorded in my paintings, they have nothing to do with your Human Civilization." Cement sensed Lu Yin's killing intent and hurried to explain.
Lu Yin's voice was cold. "Aren't you afraid of Karma Restraint?"
Cement said, "Recording them in a painting doesn't mean they're dead. I've only given them a different environment to live in."
"But they can't move."
"At least they're alive. If they'd encountered another fishing creature instead of me, they'd all be dead."
Lu Yin laughed. "So they should be grateful to you? For giving them a taste of being worse than dead?"
"Human, do you pity them?"
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