"Grandmother, once the war across the Nine Provinces begins, countless lives will surely be devastated. In Wanzhou, I saw humans drive out the Demon Race. I don't know why, but seeing so many Demon Race lives die or suffer injury made me very sad too... I don't want to start the war across the Nine Provinces..." I had witnessed countless living beings slaughtering one another—men, women, the old, and the young. Their deaths had been too tragic, too pitiful. Yet my hands were stained with blood. Although it was all the blood of butchers, I still couldn't bear to continue. There was no end to killing. Would there ever be true peace?
"Child, your kindness is sometimes too much of a woman's soft-heartedness. The war between humans and the Demon Race is now unstoppable. With such deep grudges accumulated over so long, an explosion is inevitable. You cannot use all your strength to prevent it, because the danger will be extreme in the future. Others will not wait for you to arrive. Once they reach the breaking point, they will erupt all the same. The world lacks someone capable of leading it, and that person is you. If you cannot sweep away the obstacles, how can you bring peace to those who do not wish to become your obstacles? The strong must bear more than others. If you are not strong, how can you lead the strong of the world? And how can the strong of the world lead the weak? Helping one person is something one person can accomplish—but what about helping everyone?" Grandmother raised her head and looked toward the sky before finally turning to me. "Storms and torrential rain wash everything clean. Only then can it be clean. You think a gentle breeze carries a wondrous sound,