As the capital of the Yunhan Dynasty, the Celestial Sea Capital seemed rather desolate these days.
While the affair with the Insect People had little to do with ordinary folk, the spread of the plague most certainly affected them.
While not every home was draped in mourning, an air of desolation hung over the city.
Qi Suian observed all this, his expression never once changing.
He was, in fact, the culprit. But so what? 'If it weren't for my Spiritual Root gene weapon, even more people would have died.'
After all, the plague targeted Spiritual Roots. Without it to stop them, the Spirit Root Race would have likely initiated their clan transformation ritual. Even those who weren't turned into sacrifices would have become little more than livestock.
'If I fail, an early death would be a mercy for the common people, sparing them further torment.'
