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Chen Qiu glanced at the bear-type demon beast being besieged nearby, then looked toward the little girl still curled up in the corner, weeping. He walked over, stuffed her into the kitchen of a nearby courtyard, then turned and stepped out into the courtyard. Gazing at the bluestone road shrouded in darkness, he murmured,
"This world shouldn't be like this, should it?"
He could accept being stopped and killed by bandits on the road. He could accept being killed by other cultivators for his treasures. He could even accept being abducted by the Flower-Offering Sect and killed as a supplement.
Though he would die unwillingly, there would at least be a reason for it.
But—
What reason did the people of Windward City have to die? They had done nothing, yet because of some baffling minor change to the Heavenly Dao Version, so many people had to be buried alongside it. Because an evil cultivator had brought countless demon beasts here, hundreds of thousands had to die.
If he had not met Fat Dragon and obtained an opportunity of his own, perhaps... he would have died in Windward City as an utter nobody as well.
Even if he had learned the news in advance, he could not possibly have fled a thousand li beyond Windward City within just a few hours.
There was not only Windward City nearby. There was also Heaven-Question Market, along with other cities.
With him here, fewer people might die in Windward City. But what about those other cities?
Had the city lords of those other cities run away too?
Most likely.
After all, the number and cultivation of Devil Race cultivators descending in the "Devil Invasion" minor version were equivalent to the number and cultivation of cultivators within a thousand-li radius of Windward City.