Lin Xiaosu picked up the wine jug and poured a cup for Li Chushui: "Lord Li, I won't give you some illusory optimism to deceive you into leaving Kun Cang. I'll lay the truth before you and strive to be as honest as possible!"
Li Chushui sighed lightly: "It has been nearly a millennium since I entered Kun Cang. In this thousand years, the imperial ambitions of the outside world have been like a revolving lantern. I've never considered coming out to war because we all thought that the rise and fall of human affairs over a millennium is normal, and observing the cultivation path with cold eyes is also normal."
"As far as I know, most cultivators have this mentality. Regardless of who governs the world, it bears no relation to the winds and clouds of the cultivation road," Lin Xiaosu said. "However, this time it's different! This time it's an invasion from the Strange Realm! This time it's a clash of civilizations!"
