Building roads and bridges is a great benefit to future generations, even if it means losing lives.
But the road on Phoenix Mountain, aside from a few people, how many would actually walk it?
Nezha remained silent after hearing this. The event had passed so long ago that it was hard to distinguish right from wrong. A thousand lives were but a few light words in the man's mouth. Once these people died, no one would even remember this matter.
He just hoped that one day, when his uncle Jiang Ziya gained power, he would still not change his ambition to benefit the people of the world.
Nezha took the carrying pole from the man and the two of them walked side by side.
The journey was silent, the mountain path steep, but fortunately, the scenery was picturesque with towering ancient trees.
