Fu Zheng asked in surprise, "It was snatched away that easily?"
It felt like child's play to her—far too easy.
"It was a crushing gap in cultivation. Nothing could be done about it." Li Yuzhen shook her head.
They turned to look at Chu Zhiyuan and found him deep in thought.
"Your Highness?" Fu Zheng asked. "Is there something strange about this?"
Chu Zhiyuan shook his head. "Did you notice? Neither of them tried to kill the other."
"Neither held back with fatal intent," Li Yuzhen said.
Whether it was the Devil Race experts who had fallen to the bottom of the cliff or that handsome young man in azure robes, all of them were unharmed.
After severely injuring them, the handsome young man in azure robes had not continued the pursuit.
In their condition, killing them would have taken no more than lifting a hand.
Yet he had not dealt a killing blow.
The refined middle-aged man had been the same.
Fu Zheng snorted. "If they had been human experts, they would have long since destroyed anyone who dared steal their treasure."
Seriously wounding the other party meant forging a grudge. Once a grudge was forged, one had to pull out the weeds and destroy the roots.
Driven by such beliefs, one struck ruthlessly and showed no mercy. Otherwise, it was tantamount to suicide.
Li Yuzhen said, "When the Devil Race dies, their souls enter the Demon Abyss before reincarnating anew. So they do not place as much importance on life and death."
"Shouldn't that make them indifferent to life and death, bloodthirsty by nature?" Chu Zhiyuan asked.
Li Yuzhen slowly nodded and said thoughtfully, "The Devil Race kills without blinking, but they do not have such overwhelming killing intent toward their own kind."
"Why?" Fu Zheng asked.
"Perhaps