Lu Yuan noticed that they seemed to have been slightly stimulated, no longer as neurotic.
"In this world, strength really is what speaks."
A tiny Level Three civilization being looked down upon by higher levels was normal after all.
But killing a [Demon] immediately earned respect from others.
He waved his hand, "Seniors, follow us onto the spaceship. We'll treat you well with food and drink…"
"We need to hurry on our way, lest the [Ghosts] capture us."
The Strangers were distracted from their worries and broke into laughter with good spirits.
What [Demon·Controlling Ruins]? Its importance was not even worth a single strand of hair compared to a grand feast!
Lu Yuan couldn't help but sigh inwardly. The [Demon] had really become an insignificant pawn now. Killing one—does it mean nothing?
Aren't you guys going to discuss it a bit more?
