The people of Twin Towers City were scared out of their wits. They did not even dare speak loudly.
They feared that Martial Cultivator might remember how Twin Towers City had relentlessly pursued him and been determined to put him to death.
For the moment, Feng Jun could not be bothered with them either. He was wholly focused on killing.
Was it cruel? Perhaps, but he did not think so.
I'm only killing people. I'm not using you as biological experiments. Compared to what you did, I'm as pure as an angel.
In the end, only three Grand Wizards and seven Wizards remained.
"I think that's enough," Feng Jun said with a smile. "If the Wizards here weren't so selfish, there wouldn't even be any need to leave this many alive."
The difference between Wizards and cultivators was not merely their cultivation systems. Different civilizations had also produced different social systems.
Put simply, cultivators valued inheritance above all else. Whenever they gained insights or realizations, they wished they could pass every last bit down to future generations.
As for whether later generations were qualified to see them, that depended on their own efforts. Seniors would certainly not withhold such things.
Of course, when special opportunities or less-than-glorious matters were involved, seniors might be too embarrassed to leave records behind.
However, the Wizard System placed enormous emphasis on personal feelings. Many believed that everything they had obtained had been earned through their own struggles.
Since I fought for it myself, why should I let others benefit from it?
Thus, too many secrets were never passed down to later generations—at least, sect descendants need not dream of it. Family descendants might still have some hope.
Feng Jun and the others had not known of this civilizational mindset. Fortunately, they had read quite