Qingyi looked at the corpses incinerated by Lucas' dragon flames.
He could have saved them, for sure.
With a single moment, a fraction of a fraction of a second. That was all it took to save them.
Still, he didn't. He failed to save them. If he had kept his guard up, none of this would have happened...
Qingyi shifted his attention, lowered his guard.
To Qingyi, Lucas had no reason to focus on those miners, not when he could just focus on the person on whom all his hatred was concentrated.
What was the point of killing them too?
"Ah... I forgot..." Qingyi sighed heavily.
He had forgotten that in this world, some people were evil just because they were.
They killed because they could, nothing more.
Qingyi didn't think much about it, knowing it would be useless. He reached the corpses, clasped his fists, and then said: "May the heavens take care of their souls."
With nothing else to do, Qingyi left, his body exploding with speed.
