The room was very still.
But the Void Sovereign took another calm sip of his tea before continuing. His voice was calm, the calm of a man who had lived with this specific truth for so long that speaking it aloud no longer produced any particular difficulty.
"I hate cultivators. All of them. Regardless of race. Because cultivators killed my biological parents when I was young."
He paused; "Ironically, I had to become one myself if I wished to have any hope of dealing with them."
