Ling Tianyu looked at the Imperial Capital of the Southern God Dynasty, paused, and watched those homeless people. It would be strange not to feel sympathy, but unfortunately, he couldn't do anything about it. All he could say was that this world is like this, survival of the fittest, no solution.
Destiny is in one's own hands, but that is for cultivators; with strength, they can still contest for it. However, for these ordinary people, either they are born noble or it's hard for humble origins to produce a noble child.
For a humble origin to produce a noble child, it's indeed difficult. Not one in ten thousand achieves this.
"Master." Gu Qing and the four looked at their master staring at the homeless, knowing what he was thinking.
"If there could be a perfect dynasty, that would be enough." Gu Qing said.
