After slightly suppressing Prajna's arrogant aura, Ma Ran felt much clearer, yet he couldn't avoid the issues the other mentioned.
Looking at Prajna, who was trying hard to maintain a calm demeanor, Ma Ran curled his lips and smiled slightly. This smile seemed gentle, yet vaguely exuded a strong bloody scent: "Traitor?"
"Doesn't matter."
"It's perfect to use your hands to complete a cleansing here on Earth."
Such creatures as traitors are hard to eliminate entirely. After all, the human heart is complicated, and anyone might, at some point, become a turncoat for certain reasons, betraying Earth Civilization.
Among these reasons, perhaps most are despicable, dark, selfish, yet they might also sound bright and noble, such as "For love/friendship/family/freedom/ideals, I must endure the torment of conscience and betray Earth."
