"Senior Brother?" Mo Hai Sacred Venerate's eyelid twitched violently.
Had he not heard it with his own ears, he could scarcely have believed that a dignified Sacred Seed of the Blood Race would use such an intimate form of address for a Human Race cultivator.
And that address even carried a measure of respect.
It infuriated him. In the Blood Refining World, the Sacred Race was noble, and Sacred Seeds stood even higher above all others. The Human Race were merely livestock raised by the Blood Race, Blood Food. Not to mention Lan Qiyue, a Sacred Seed—even ordinary members of the Sacred Race held the power of life and death over the Human Race.
Yet right before his very eyes, a Sacred Seed was respectfully calling a Human Race cultivator Senior Brother.
What kind of disgrace was this?
During Lan Qiyue's rule over this region, she had implemented many preferential policies for the Human Race. For instance, she had never allowed the Sacred Race under her command to slaughter humans at will. The Blood Food required by the Sacred Race was collected at regular intervals and in fixed quantities from Human Race settlements across the land.
He had heard of all this. He had merely assumed Lan Qiyue was naturally kindhearted, much as some among the Human Race loved pigs and dogs. Love was love, but when hunger struck, it did not stop them from feasting heartily.
He had naturally assumed Lan Qiyue was much the same.
But now, it seemed things were not as he had imagined. Lan Qiyue truly recognized the Human Race from the bottom of her heart. Otherwise, how could she possibly call a Human Race cultivator Senior Brother?
Mo Hai Sacred Venerate was beside himself with rage. A Sacred Seed like Lan Qiyue was undoubtedly