Luo Yuan and Luo Feng walked in relative silence along the street leading to the Ganwu Dojo in Qiu Long City. Luo Feng, in particular, kept his brow furrowed and his lips pressed together.
"Luo Feng, how do you feel after visiting the slave market?" Luo Yuan asked, looking calmly at him.
"There are countless races among humanity. Some of the weaker races are still very weak even as adults. Producing even one planetary-level member is incredibly difficult for them. Races like that end up captured by space pirates and sold as slave races. They breed generation after generation, only to be sold into slavery again. It's just too horrifying." Luo Feng gritted his teeth and spoke indignantly, an icy chill piercing his heart!
"Hahaha, scions of a great family? Flowing Silver Guards? A Black Dragon Spaceship? We aren't scions of any great family. Successors of Yunmo Star? Yunmo Star has already been destroyed! We're just Earthlings-weak Earthlings. We have to rely on 'putting on an act' just to earn a shred of respect on Qiu Long Star. Otherwise, who would respect some insignificant planetary-level nobody from a primitive planet?" Luo Feng gazed at Qiu Long Star's dreamlike sky and felt nothing but oppression.
"Ah, the strong prey on the weak, no matter where you go. Only by becoming immensely powerful yourself can you protect what you want to protect," Luo Yuan said with a sigh.
"But I will never let Earth follow in the footsteps of those slave races! Never!" Luo Feng growled.
"Yes, Luo Feng, work hard. I have faith in you. I'll leave the task of protecting the world to you!" Luo Yuan encouraged him. Even with his system, he dared not guarantee that he could reach the heights Luo Feng would ultimately attain. After all, the