Feng Jun frankly told Broken Tooth about his concerns.
Those spatial bubbles that had yet to see battle were mostly prey for cultivators. It was not convenient for them to make a move.
Already considered prey? Broken Tooth had resolved itself to kneel, but hearing this still filled it with deep sorrow.
But on second thought, such was the way of the world. If one was willing to gamble, one had to accept the loss.
If the Asuras had not encountered the great plane of the Human Race this time, then the Human Race would have been considered prey instead, and they would not have shown mercy either.
It composed itself before saying, "You are all mighty experts. Would those minor cultivators... dare refuse to accept it?"
How could cultural differences not exist objectively? The Asura world revered strength above all else, following the naked law of the jungle.
The Sky-Qin Plane was... well, Sky-Qin also revered strength above all else, but it at least paid some heed to public opinion.
Feng Jun answered solemnly, "We are different from you. The strong should maintain the dignity of the strong when dealing with minor cultivators."
As he said this, he did not even expect the other party to understand—whether it understood or not, it only needed to know that such a principle existed.
Yet Broken Tooth truly could understand. The Asura race also knew quite a bit about Human Race civilization; it simply did not agree with it very much.
So it frowned and asked, "Then how... should this matter be handled?"
"As for handling it..." Feng Jun pondered for a moment, then said, "We can only accept some of the spatial bubbles you offer up."
"Only some?" Broken Tooth was dumbfounded. I am willing to hand over all of them,