Yun Zhaixing sighed and said to me, "City Lord, please calm down. Big Brother is finding the current situation hard to accept and lost control of his emotions just now, but please try to understand us as well... This is the enmity of a murdered father. We can never live beneath the same sky as them..."
I nodded. "I understand how you feel. However, when two armies clash, personal feelings shouldn't be brought into the decision-making process. Nor can war be used as an excuse to wipe out all traces of humanity."
"Yes." Yun Zhaixing answered honestly. His little nephew still refused to speak. At this point, they were both desperate to avenge their father, but they knew they couldn't win and didn't dare throw their lives away recklessly. They could only pour their hatred into the war, hoping to avenge their father through it.
And now, the entire atmosphere in Star-Plucking City clearly attributed Li Poxiao's mortal enmity to the Jie Sect. But how could they know that Xia Ruize was currently half-mad and had already stopped taking the initiative to command the army? After all this time, was this war truly worth it?
Or had the grudges and hatred between the two men expanded and spread to their respective forces? Was there any meaning in dragging each other down to destruction?
That was why intelligence that reached Heaven City was not necessarily accurate. Xia Ruize wasn't actually leading the army—he had already fallen into demonic madness. How could he possibly lead an army?
"Excessive warfare will only bring ruin and suffering to all living things, stripping war of its purpose of ending war. Since Xia Ruize has no interest in the army, shouldn't you carefully consider how to bring this war to an end? If you keep fighting,