Over the years, as Lin Qian traveled as a merchant, passing through countless cities of the Eight-Eyed God Race, he became fully aware of this race's attitude towards the indigenous beings of the Nine Heavens, regardless of age or gender.
Lin Qian even harbored a glimmer of hope, wondering if these alien plunderers might possess some benevolent thoughts.
But in this decade-long journey through nearly a thousand cities, Lin Qian was left with only one feeling.
Damn it!
The Eight-Eyed God Race, whether young or old, feel no sympathy or pity for the indigenous beings they enslave.
In their eyes, the lives of these indigenous beings are highly valuable.
Indeed, they are merely valuable, viewed as equivalents to Pupil Coins rather than as living beings.
Just goods, livestock, traded as they please, stripped of the dignity of life.
The elderly? Children? Women?
No exceptions—every member of the Eight-Eyed God Race holds this belief.
