Thinking of Lin Xuankong, Northern Heaven Great Emperor Mo Liqing could not help but picture him in her mind. For a moment, she was slightly distracted.
A few seconds later,
She gathered her thoughts and looked toward Qiu Jin, the Beast Race Ancestor, who had been waiting for her reply. She said,
"I certainly would not ask Chief Qiu Jin to abandon the Beast Race's hatred for humanity in the blink of an eye!
But in that Star River War between humanity and the Beast Race, were there really that much fewer fallen human cultivators than Beast Race cultivators? Even humanity's Number One Expert back then suffered damage to his foundation because of that war. From then on, his cultivation never advanced another inch, and he ultimately died in despondency!
Even now,
Every human clan or cultivation organization that has endured from that time until today
Records that earth-shattering war, which made countless people's hearts tremble, in the annals of their clans or sects!
Countless Beast Race cultivators cannot forget the impact that war had upon the Beast Race. How could countless human cultivators dare forget the rivers of blood it brought?"
At this point, Northern Heaven Great Emperor Mo Liqing paused. Somewhat moved, she cupped her hands toward Qiu Jin, the Beast Race Ancestor.
"But regardless,
If Chief Qiu Jin keeps his promise,
Three thousand years of peace for humanity and the Beast Race will ultimately be a tremendous blessing!
Mo Liqing still has some matters to attend to, so I will not see Chief Qiu Jin off!"
Do not urge others to let go when you have never endured their suffering! Northern Heaven Great Emperor Mo Liqing did not say anything about asking Qiu Jin, the Beast Race Ancestor, to lay down his hatred. Such a blood-deep enmity