At this point, Luo Tianren seemed to have found someone he could pour his heart out to, and he grew even more eloquent. "They did set aside a few places for us to settle down and make a living, but the Spirit Veins in those places were utterly inferior."
"Fine, we endured that. Who told us we were outsiders? As the saying goes, when you're under someone else's roof, you have to bow your head. Everyone understood that much. We figured we would live through some bitter days, stand in the same boat through the storm, and once we drove the Yinhun out of You Province, everything would get better. But what happened next was truly more than anyone could bear."
"What happened?" Lin Xuan had already guessed a little in his heart, but he still asked.
"The righteous and demonic sides had suffered a great loss of vitality and needed time to recover. Those ghosts and monsters understood that too, of course, and wouldn't let them catch their breath, so they seized the moment and attacked wildly. To buy time, the righteous and demonic sides relied on grand formations and restrictions, setting up countless defensive lines and delaying step by step. They lacked manpower and wanted us foreign sects to contribute too. No one had anything to say about that. But what none of us ever imagined was that we were treated as abandoned pieces from the start. Wherever it was dangerous, that was where we were sent. Our lot was even more pitiful than cannon fodder. In just two or three short months, nearly half the sects and clans were crippled, and there were no few who fought until their entire force was wiped out."
Luo Tianren said hatefully, "If we'd known this, why would we have come