Hei Xuan chuckled, swirling his teacup lazily. "Ah, Xuan Shen. That boy always had... peculiar hobbies." His dark eyes gleamed with amusement. "But tell me, Yun Lintian—why should I care?"
Yun Lintian's fingers tightened around his cup.
"Those mortals he turned into creatures of darkness?" Hei Xuan continued, his voice light. "To me, they were nothing. Less than ants. Do you mourn every insect crushed beneath your feet?"
A cold silence settled over the hut.
Hei Yue shifted uncomfortably but said nothing.
Yun Lintian exhaled slowly, his gaze steady. "No. I don't."
"Exactly." Hei Xuan smiled. "You understand. We are Primordial Gods. The pinnacle of existence. The lives of mortals flicker and fade in moments—why trouble ourselves with their petty sufferings?"
Yun Lintian said nothing.
Because Hei Xuan wasn't wrong.
To a being who had existed since the dawn of time, mortal lives were insignificant. A blink. A breath. Gone.
