"I am..."
Mo Qi was about to introduce himself when the thick stench of blood assailed his nostrils, and the desperate cries of wailing reached his ears.
Looking down, he saw a great city below, now nothing but ruins. Corpses were strewn everywhere, and countless mortals were crying their hearts out.
In the center of the city, a large group of young women had been rounded up. Nearly every face was streaked with tears and filled with hatred, but what stood out most was a profound sense of helplessness.
Mo Qi frowned, his gaze snapping sharply to the group of cultivators.
"Did you do this?"
He didn't know where these cultivators came from or what their goal was, but their wanton rampage and massacre in a city of mortals had struck a nerve.
He had been a mortal for nearly sixteen years and knew firsthand the powerlessness mortals felt before cultivators.
He knew all too well how low the status of mortals was in the Martial Arts World.
