Under Zhong Shan's constant explanations, the Mental Shackles binding Bei Qing Si grew fewer and fewer.
Perhaps to some people, that was Righteousness of the Common People. But coming from Zhong Shan, it was nothing more than needless worry. So what if the Heaven Demons descended upon the Great Chiliocosm World?
Fight the Heaven Demons! Great Jing had the ambition to fight them—did the heroes of the world not have the same ambition? Perhaps living beings would suffer for a time, but when the world fell into Great Chaos Under Heaven, where would there not be suffering? The number of deaths caused by the forces of the Great Chiliocosm World fighting one another might not be any less than the number caused by the Heaven Demons.
Extinction of the clans? Extinction of the species? That was even more absurd. Were all the Sages of the world mere decorations? Was Heaven's Mandate a mere decoration too? Why should a little girl like you worry about any of this?
Although Zhong Shan's words had been very tactful, Bei Qing Si had merely trapped herself in a dead end, not become an idiot. She immediately understood everything.
After Zhong Shan's explanation, Bei Qing Si's icy, snow-white face flushed bright red. Only now did she realize how foolish she had been.
Seeing that Zhong Shan was still talking without pause, Bei Qing Si felt as though she wanted to crawl into a crack in the ground.
"Of course, you can't be blamed for everything either. Three Men Make a Tiger—let alone the tens of thousands of people in the Ice God Palace. And they've been saying it for hundreds of years. Even a Sage would have been smoked into rolling his eyes here. You're still young and don't understand anything...!"
Zhong Shan saw that