Looking at the sea of bones and corpses below, with blood running through the cracks in the earth like little streams, every city turned into a city of death, the stench of blood filling the sky.
Just like the old man and my master said, no one can save everyone.
Where there is gain, there must be loss; where there is loss, there will be gain.
Ning Chenxin recalled the advice his master gave him back then.
Those words were the same as what the old man said.
The important thing is, after making your choice, can you accept what you've lost... or rather, can you face your inner self?
Ning Chenxin pondered for a long time back then. Going on campaigns with his Second Senior Sister, every time they finished, they would gather up all the neutral sects and aristocratic families in that realm, bringing them under unified management to minimize clashes of interest or any resulting bloodshed.
Afterward, Ning Chenxin said four words to Lu Chang'sheng.
His master nodded and smiled then.
