"I don't understand you."
"In the eyes of the Illusory Life Race, you're clearly a demon that eats its own clansmen and is even reared them for consumption. Why are you actually treating the Illusory Life Race better now?"
"Why? Did you suddenly have a conscience when you saw an outsider enter?"
Zhou Zhou asked.
"There's no point."
Long said.
"What?"
Zhou Zhou raised his eyebrows.
"I said, there's no point."
"No matter what my initial goal is, what's done is done. Other than knowing the meaning of what you were thinking back then, it doesn't mean much to outsiders." Long said.
A look of contemplation flashed across Zhou Zhou's eyes. Then, he said calmly, "But if I kill you, I think I can get what I want."
"You can't have it."
"This is the world of our Illusory Life Race. I was once the patriarch of the Illusory Life Race. If I want to hide something, no one can get it."
