Meng Chao was dumbfounded. He could not help saying, "So, the reason you assassinated the Ancient Dream Saintess was entirely for her own good?"
"Yes."
The Wolf King said candidly, "I trust you noticed as well that prolonged, overloaded use of her abilities had severely damaged the Ancient Dream Saintess's brain. At every moment, she was suffering from severe cerebral edema. Coupled with her congenital deformities, she could not have lived much longer.
"Even if I had done nothing, and even if those Jackals, Wolves, Tigers, and Leopards had not harmed her, she would still have died in extreme agony within a few short years, her true form exposed before death, making a complete spectacle of herself.
"Compared to such an ending, I believe that having her life come to an abrupt halt at its most brilliant moment, like a dazzling burst of Fireworks, while forever living in the hearts of all ratfolk in her most beautiful image—that was the best fate."
"It seems—"
Meng Chao said, "You really enjoy choosing other people's fates?"
"Not 'choosing,' but 'changing.'"
The Wolf King said, "Could you really stand by and watch a person, or even a group of people, set foot upon the road to destruction and gradually sink into the depths of the swamp of doomsday, yet remain indifferent and refuse to step forward to persuade or stop them?
"If you saw someone standing at the edge of a cliff, about to jump of their own accord, and only a well-intentioned lie could make them turn back, would you refuse to tell that small, well-intentioned lie because of some moral fastidiousness?
"When faced with a dilemma, where only sacrificing one person could save ten thousand, and only sacrificing ten thousand could save countless millions, would you let countless millions die unjustly