"If this gets out, how will our Human Race ever hold its ground?"
"Let's start making a plan. In these last dozen or so days, even if we don't search for treasures, we're going to wipe out every last one of those Shadow Clan bastards."
Zhao Huaian, who had been watching the show, suddenly noticed Ye Lin and Leng Ning staring at him. He cleared his throat a few times, then put on a serious expression.
That was how the prodigies were. Around ordinary people, they were so aloof they wouldn't give you the time of day.
But once you reached their level of strength—or surpassed them—they could quickly become chummy with you, calling you brother.
Then you'd discover that they were actually pretty decent people.
It was like the relationship between ordinary people and the wealthy. The rich wouldn't give ordinary people the time of day, but when they met someone of equal standing, they showed their true selves.
That was how the world worked.
"Exactly. Those Shadow Clan bastards deserve a lesson. If we don't act, then when we leave the Heavenly Palace Ruins in a dozen or so days, the other races will think our Human Race is afraid of this little Shadow Clan."
"We'll pay them back a hundredfold for what we suffered this time."
Hearing Zhao Huaian, the other Human Race prodigies spoke up, their faces filled with anger.
They all had their pride, and they valued it more than their own lives.
The Shadow Clan had dealt them a crushing blow this time. If they didn't take revenge, they wouldn't be able to sleep or focus on cultivation after they left.
Once word spread throughout the Eastern Continent, the younger generation of the Human Race would become a laughingstock.
"If we make a move,