Watching Miss Sifuer's expression mirror the one Pei Yan himself wore when Shangxing sacrificed himself, Pei Yan felt a pang of empathy. Yet, for his own interests, he continued trimming his nails without a flicker of emotion and casually asked, "If the Star Lord is so noble, shouldn't saving him be a collective burden for your Demon Race? Shouldn't it rest on more than just your shoulders? What about the other refuges? Those larger than yours?"
"Ah!" Bailang sighed deeply and said, "Even with your aid, we are planning such measures. When other refuges hear this news, most will make the same judgment as us, as they lack the means to break through the Disaster Pillars!" After speaking, Bailang felt a pang of heartache.
