Upon hearing the innkeeper's words, which he seemed to consider only natural, Wang Yuan paused briefly before continuing to stride away as if nothing had happened.
In his heart, he had already condemned all of them to death.
These evil cultivators took "killing" as a principle. Even though their appearance had not mutated yet, their core had long since ceased to be human.
At best, they were nothing more than monsters wearing human skin.
If it were the Weird creatures that ate humans, that would be one thing, as they naturally needed to consume humans, just as people eat pigs and sheep. One would simply need to slay them upon encounter.
But indiscriminately seeing right and wrong, good and evil, straight and crooked, and directly using their own innocent kind as food had thoroughly breached Wang Yuan's moral baseline.
