"Cut out the weeds and pull up the roots?"
"Wouldn't that be somewhat improper?"
Yan Kai frowned, unable to bear the thought.
Although he was loyal to the sect and hoped to gain abundant resources on this expedition, he had long prepared himself for bloody storms.
But that applied only to cultivators, never to mortals.
He still wasn't ready to unleash so much slaughter so soon, and his heart recoiled.
"They may only be mortals, but aren't cultivators born from a vast mortal population?"
"If we slaughter every cultivator of the White Household, who can guarantee that children with outstanding spiritual roots among their mortals won't choose revenge after becoming cultivators?"
"If they become high-level cultivators, it would be a catastrophe not only for us and our lineages, but a scourge upon the sect as well."
"Junior Brother Yan, at a time like this, you must not indulge in softhearted mercy!"
Cui Liang spoke gravely.
Although he was "cautious and prudent" when facing cultivators of his own level, unwilling to clash head-on lightly, and cherished his life dearly,
when it came to the cultivators and factions of the Yan Kingdom, he advocated an uncompromising attitude and harsh methods.
If they had to classify him, he would count as a "hawk."
"But these White Household mortals are innocent. They have no power to resist, nor can they threaten us."
Yan Kai spoke hesitantly.
"Innocent?"
"No, they are not innocent."
"Without the White Household's strength, how could its mortal clansmen have grown to number hundreds of thousands?"
"Wasn't it by relying on the White Household to suppress other mortals and squeeze out their living space that they reached their present size?!"
Cui Liang scoffed inwardly, a succession of cold sneers crossing his face.
"They enjoyed the benefits of the White Household's prosperity.