So even they know what wary is?

"So that's what happened," Yang Qing murmured, his expression turning heavy.

Chaos, at its finest, was the great equalizer. Mortals who couldn't cultivate lived under the heel of cultivators, treating them as deities or emissaries of death. Among cultivators, the same cycle repeated—those weaker bowed before the strong, and that distinction extended from individuals to entire organizations.

But despite all that, never in a million years would he have imagined that even the mythical races could suffer such a fate—that they, too, could be stripped of the right to decide their own destiny, their lives and deaths resting in the hands of another.

Yes, external circumstances may have played a role in the downfall of the Aurora Dark Winter Jade Spruce tribe, but it was still shocking nonetheless.