Listening to the clamor from below, Xue Fuyao shook her head and said reflectively, "Although the Rabbit Tribe's operation in the Central Continent washed away their past humiliation, they forgot one thing."
"What?" Xueheng asked curiously.
Although he was here in the Southern Continent, he had heard about what had happened in the Central Continent. Apparently, quite a few gifted disciples had died, including many whom their sects had devoted considerable resources to nurturing.
Some weaker sects had finally welcomed a gifted disciple after a long wait, pinning their hopes on him to lead them onto a greater stage, only for the Rabbit Tribe to destroy it all.
Xue Fuyao said slowly, "These rabbits were bent solely on washing away their past humiliation, but they forgot that they were forced to make a living in Human Race territory in the first place because they could no longer survive among the Demon Race.
"They thought that washing away their past humiliation would let them return to the Demon Race, but the truth is that humiliation will always be humiliation. There is no such thing as washing it away. Besides, even if the Demon Race accepts these rabbits again, they will merely have returned to the position they once held."
This time, they had even lost the Central Continent as a path of retreat, and because of what had happened there, the other four continents-east, south, west, and north-would not choose to accept them either.
Looking down at the rabbit demon, whose eyes were red and whose tear-streaked face was like pear blossoms in the rain, Xueheng could not help feeling pity. But that was all it was; he had no intention of intervening himself or asking Xue Fuyao to do so.
Then he withdrew his gaze and stopped watching what was