The atmosphere in the room became even more bizarre.
The Blood River Demon Venerable was sweating profusely, holding onto the table, half-kneeling on the ground in a daze.
Lu Wenwu, on the other hand, was leisurely crossing his legs and petting the dog.
Hmm...
Previously, he was always committed to solving problems with physical (literal) intelligence. Once in a while, actually using his brain wasn't so bad; it was uniquely satisfying.
Unfortunately, this Cultivation Realm has invested too few social points outside of fighting. Even when discussing the shallowest things, the Blood River Demon Venerable already found them hard to comprehend.
The deeper matters haven't even been touched.
Is the trifling benefit brought by religion and war just about human lives?
This doesn't even qualify as a benefit—merely leftover scraps.
And what about financial wars where there's no visible smoke besides blood and fire?
What about those corrupted means within a peaceful civilized society?
