Wang Jiu's judgment, although carrying various subjective factors, was undeniably a truth for Zhao Chenlu.
Regarding the Demon Race issue, if the judgment by the Celestial Divine Sword is not the truth, then what else could be the truth, the Demon Emperor's golden words?
So when Zhao Chenlu heard Wang Jiu's conclusion, a great relief... and loss surged in her heart.
The long-awaited second war between Immortals and Demons seemed unlikely to happen.
Even if it did occur, it would certainly be many, many years in the future, at least beyond her lifetime. So that day had nothing to do with her.
Zhao Chenlu was just such a realistic yet optimistic nature.
If not, it would have been impossible for her to persistently pursue a Divine Sword that cannot reciprocate human emotions.
"Since the Demon Race is extinct, can we celebrate?"
Wang Jiu asked, "Celebrate?"
