The Yuan Race truly had something wrong with their heads, establishing a caste system in an era when bloodline theory was rejected across the entire universe. But that was likely the result of their own culture—though it was also possible that the Yuan Race's former sovereign had simply lost his mind.
However, that possibly deranged fellow had already been smashed into dust alongside his home planet by another tyrant, so no one would likely ever know what the truth had been.
That did not mean the Yuan Race was entirely brain-dead—it was only that, in the eyes of Source Dragon Star's living beings, their logic was rather strange.
That was all.
They still possessed some basic understanding. If one received another's kindness, one ought to return that kindness—even if their statuses were unequal. Such inequality in status might increase or diminish "the degree of gratitude," but the fact itself would not change.
In the Yuan Race's eyes, Xue Bufan and Feng Yecai were burning their own cultivation to prolong the life of a noble Yuan Race member.
Even if there was no hope at all, they had no objections.
—There were actually slave races so loyal under the Dragon Race?
This was the shared sigh of the Yuan Race members.
Xue Bufan once again forced himself to put on a mocking smile. In truth, no matter how cutting a person was, he would not wear such an expression all day long. But in the Yuan Race's eyes, this smile had already been understood as "compassion."
Thus, whenever he spoke with them, he had to wear this expression to win Chi Kunli's favor.
"Honorable Lord Chi Kunli, we would not dare ask for a reward. After all, we did not save your child's life."
Hearing Feng Yecai's refusal, Chi Kunli impatiently