Shi Long Huizhen really seemed to have come just to chat with Wang Qi. He sat down right on the ground and began discussing matters related to the Yuan Race's protoplasmic cultivation method with Wang Qi.
"The Yuan Race really was stupid. There were quite a few Celestial Favored Clans fond of courting death, but they were the first to court death so thoroughly that they wiped out their entire race. Even the rank of leader among the Silent Immortals wasn't enough to—though honestly, I rather doubt whether the Silent Immortals even possessed self-awareness." Shi Long Huizhen said, "But despite that, their cultivation method truly had a few remarkable aspects. All it took was mother and infant in succession, or drinking the blood of one's own race, to obtain the foundation for cultivation."
Wang Qi nodded. "No wonder... I was just reading the report. At the beginning, the human race simply couldn't successfully cultivate the Yuan Race's methods..."
"Because you lacked the secret Yuan within the blood—that is, the thing you call protoplasm." Shi Long Huizhen said, "I heard there really was a little brat of the Yuan Race who, through immense perseverance, walked the path of aberrant immortality and bypassed the Holy Emperor's seal. That made him quite a figure. I heard he fell into your hands too?"
Wang Qi looked rather embarrassed. "What a pity. I didn't capture him alive or turn him into a Fallen Immortal."
"Eugh!" Shi Long Huizhen revealed a disgusted expression. "Best not capture one. Wherever the Yuan Race went, disaster followed. Wiping them out was for the best."
Hearing that, Wang Qi was somewhat surprised, before recalling why the Dragon Race had decided to act against the Yuan Race.
It seemed the two races truly had enmity as deep as the sea—well, looking