A flicker of something unusual crossed Su Jiu's eyes when she heard this. "Have outsider cultivators slaughtered Merfolk before?"
The stallholder looked as though he had heard a joke. "Isn't that normal? They're just food. What else are they for, if not making money?"
Su Jiu pressed her lips together without answering. If it were only the people of the Black Dragon Nation harming Merfolk, perhaps that could still be called the strong devouring the weak. But for a cultivator to do such a thing for personal gain revealed a flaw in their character.
Mo Qi clearly had no wish to harm innocent lives either. She cast a regretful glance at the pills on the stall, but in the end, she tugged on Su Jiu's sleeve and shook her head.
Understanding, Su Jiu told the stallholder coolly, "We don't want these pills anymore."
Surely no normal human could take something obtained in exchange for the Merfolk Tribe's heart-guard scales with an easy conscience.
When the stallholder saw that Su Jiu and the others really were leaving, he was dumbfounded. Then he flew into a rage and cursed, "Who do they think they are!"
The neighboring stallholder had been watching the spectacle for quite some time. Seeing the group leave just like that, he could not help feeling a little sympathy for him. "They're just food that'll end up on the table in a few months. Why bother arguing with those people?"
Some things truly had to be seen with one's own eyes before their even crueler truth became apparent.
At that moment, on a street not far from Su Jiu and the others, a little boy of about five or six was suffering a vicious beating.
Those beating him were also a group of children.
Unlike their dark, wrinkled faces,