Excellent timing!

The two children displayed on the stall were gaunt and haggard, their eyes lifeless. They sat there blankly like clay statues or wooden puppets.

Instead, the elderly people in the wooden cage behind them were all staring fixedly at Gao Xian. A trace of hope showed in their cloudy old eyes.

It was the purest longing for life, making light shine in those old eyes.

After several centuries of cultivation, Gao Xian had witnessed countless lives and deaths. He believed his heart had long become hard as iron and stone.

At Flying Horse Market, who knew how many Rogue Cultivators the Red Snake Gang had kidnapped and enslaved to excavate ruins for them, or how many Rogue Cultivators had died within those ruins.

Humans killing humans, humans enslaving humans, humans brutalizing humans—it was all too common. The cruelty and viciousness of their methods even far surpassed those of the other races. Gao Xian had grown accustomed to it.

Yet when he saw a group of humans being sold as merchandise by the Demon Race, even as food, he could not help but feel pity.

Gao Xian also understood very well that putting these humans on the market was simply a business transaction for the Demon Race. To them, humans were no different from other demon races—merely resources to be exploited, nothing more.

The more he understood this, the stronger the killing intent in his heart grew. Ru Dian was right—the other races deserved to die!

At that moment, he could more or less understand Daoist Lord Xuanyang and the others' thinking. Demonic Cultivators were still human no matter what; since they could not resolve the threat of the other races, wiping out Demonic Cultivators was meaningless.

Demonic Cultivators were an internal conflict among humans. The other races were humanity's true