"As for them, so what if they are dead?"
Lu Yuzhen's voice rang in the heart lake of Xie Xuanyi. Countless talisman papers fluttered, covering everyone on the ground.
The so-called analogy to ants was, of course, just a metaphor.
But... reality is often crueler than metaphors.
The look in Lu Yuzhen's eyes as he gazed at these people was even colder than looking at ants; in his view, it wouldn't make any difference at all if these people were to die.
He didn't care.
"You want them dead."
Xie Xuanyi spoke softly, "So, I hope they live."
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Lu Yuzhen was momentarily taken aback.
