At the mouth of the Sky Pool Passage, Luo Wangshu stared blankly at the scene of the blood and flesh flowers blooming within the Garden of Truth above the Divine Palace.
She then glanced sideways at Lin Rui with a complex expression: "Xiao Rui, your heart is truly hard."
Lin Rui remained expressionless, knowing that the seventy-six thousand people inside the Garden of Truth had long since lost all spiritual wisdom due to the torment of the East Abyss, turned into walking corpses.
He could still distinguish between the worth of seventy-six thousand fools and his master.
He was still human, and the human heart always has biases, preferences, it is impossible to be truly impartial and selfless.
