"Surely the sects of Yue Prefecture won't be friendly? What about the Nine Heavens Divine Sword Sect?" No matter what, Xiao Qianjian was still my friend. I was practically a disciple of the Nine Heavens Divine Sword Sect, and I knew a whole bunch of friends there, didn't I?
"Surviving in the cracks. Before the great war across the Nine Provinces begins, they should only be suffering suppression for now, with poor room to survive. It shouldn't go much further than that. Compared with the Demon Race, though, they're in a far more brutal situation. They've already become slaves, beaten and killed at will, with every means imaginable used against them. Wan Prefecture has now become a xenophobic land like Lei Prefecture. You saw it yourself on the way here. What kind of hellscape was Lei Prefecture? Wan Prefecture is in the same state now, if not worse. So many tragedies have occurred that they've become too numerous to count." Xiao Qianjian spoke calmly, though he glanced at Shi Yunxian.
A sorrowful expression appeared on Shi Yunxian's face. "They're all living beings beneath Heaven and Earth. Wouldn't it be better for us to coexist and support one another? Why must one side torment the other so? Sect Master Xiao, please lend us a hand."
Xiao Qianjian shook his head with a bitter smile. "To cross the Immortal Aura Turbulence is practically impossible for ordinary people. Not to mention those who haven't escaped—there are countless members of the Demon Race who have fled into the Great Wilderness, numbering in the millions. How could you ask a small sect like mine to lend them aid? Simply refraining from joining the purge has already made things extremely difficult for us."
"It really is asking too much of Sect Master Xiao. After all, he