Watching the Fallen Clan leave, Qin Shujian shook his head slightly, then turned his gaze back to the battlefield.
His aid to the Fallen Clan had truly been nothing more than a casual gesture.
To Qin Shujian,
every living being in his inner world stood in the same relationship to him.
Although he came from the Human Race and was naturally somewhat inclined toward them, strictly speaking, human or not, they had all been created by him.
Put simply,
they were all his own flesh and blood.
Unless they provoked him, Qin Shujian rarely struck down or killed any of them.
Just like now.
The Fallen Clan was weak and about to be wiped out by the battle's shock waves, so he had lent them a hand in passing.
The weak led pitiable lives.
Qin Shujian had merely given them a chance.
Whether these weak beings could rise afterward would depend on their own opportunities.
"What a pity!"
"Judging by this race's fortune, unless some earth-shattering change occurs, they'll find it hard to amount to much."
Qin Shujian shook his head.
A race's fortune revealed its strength and its future potential.
At least for now, the Fallen Clan's fortune was so diminished that they were destined to produce no powerful experts.
Unless they could one day change their fate, perhaps then they would have a chance to soar.
But...
How could changing one's fate ever be easy?
Of course,
if Qin Shujian intervened personally, he could help the Fallen Clan change their fate, but he had no intention of interfering with a race's development.
Saving them had merely kept the Fallen Clan from being destroyed without a sound.
But saving them
did not mean he would help a race change its fate.
Between the two,
there was a vast difference.