"Traitor!"
Zi Ji glared fiercely at Nan Feng, her dark purple eyes filled with undisguised contempt and fury.
Nan Feng laughed.
He laughed from anger, but also because this childish nonsense about the greater good of a species amused him.
"Traitor? How exactly am I a traitor?"
Nan Feng spread his hands and looked at Zi Ji as if she were an idiot. "Back when I was fighting for my life in Death Canyon, barely clinging to existence, where were you noble brethren? Why didn't any of you come lend me a hand?"
"When I was being hunted down and had no choice but to sacrifice myself to survive, where were you? Why didn't you flatten Spirit Hall and come save me?"
"Now that I've turned things around and gained the upper hand, I'm a traitor? Who did I betray? The soul beast race?"
The smile on Nan Feng's face vanished instantly, and his gaze turned icy and piercing.
"Don't feed me that bullshit. In order to survive, I'll do whatever it takes! Soul beasts, humans—it doesn't matter. If necessary, I can wipe every last one of you out without hesitation!"
"And if I die, what the hell do these boring collective concepts have to do with me?"
"As long as I'm alive, if I'm in a good mood, I can shout a few slogans about the greater good. But if I don't even have my life anymore, why the fuck should I care about any grand scheme?"
Nan Feng waved his hand impatiently. "Enough. This conversation is over. It's obvious you're not very bright, and I refuse to waste words on a single-celled organism like you."
Zi Ji trembled with rage, her face livid. "You...!"
Nan Feng shot her a cold glance. "Right now, I'm discussing serious business with