This time, Zhong Shenxiu was the one who froze.
He had thought this old man would argue a little, or simply turn hostile.
Yet he agreed so readily?
"You have no attachment whatsoever to your homeland?"
Zhong Shenxiu could not help asking.
Vance gave a bitter smile and shook his head.
"The Master worries too much."
"On the Thunder Whale Plane, gladiatorial combat reigns supreme. The strong devour the weak, and human lives are cheaper than grass."
"This old servant was a slave from childhood, thrown into the arena to kill for food. I crawled out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, climbing upward on the bones of my companions. Later, my former master took a liking to me, overthrew the kingdom of that time, and after all these years, I became the commander of the Thunder Whale Guard."
"Yet the plane's culture was what it was. Even when my former master wanted reform, the resistance was overwhelming, and he could only abandon the idea."
"Homeland? To this old servant, that place holds nothing but blood and death. What is there to miss?"
"Following the Thunder Whale God to conquer lands was merely a way to stay alive. Now that the Master is gone, following a new master is enough, so long as there is a future ahead."
"As for what ultimately becomes of the Thunder Whale Plane, it has nothing to do with this old servant. Before the Thunder Whale Plane is destroyed, I only hope to scatter the ashes of my fallen brothers into the sea of our homeland, so they may return to their roots. That is enough."
His tone was calm, as though he were speaking of someone else's affairs.
The Thunder Whale Plane's gladiatorial culture had been carved into everyone's bones.
Loyalty that