"The so-called Great Tribulation of a Thousand Autumns refers to a distant future, when an island nation shaped like a half-moon and bearing the sun as its emblem—the Eastern Isles—will cast covetous eyes upon the Central Plains! Once the Eastern Isles' power rises like the sun, the land of Shenzhou will face catastrophe, and countless innocent lives will surely be slaughtered." Hao Shuai suddenly interrupted Xiao San Xiao.
Xiao San Xiao froze for a moment, but in the end, he nodded, acknowledging Hao Shuai's words.
"If that's the case, why not just destroy the Eastern Isles? Wouldn't that resolve the calamity easily?" Hao Shuai asked with a calm smile.
Though he still wore a smile, the words he spoke were filled with murderous intent!
As expected, Xiao San Xiao immediately rejected Hao Shuai's drastic solution.
"Young Friend Hao, that idea is indeed unacceptable." Xiao San Xiao shook his head. "This old man wants to prevent the calamity to keep the people from suffering. If I did as you suggested, how could the people of the Eastern Isles be anything but innocent?"
Xiao San Xiao had lived far too long—long enough that the Eastern Isles might not even have existed when he was born. He had lived so long that nations and peoples meant little to him. In his eyes, the people of the Central Plains and the people of the Eastern Isles were equally deserving of his compassion.
Hao Shuai gave a cold chuckle at Xiao San Xiao's reasoning. "When an avalanche strikes, not one snowflake is innocent! The Eastern Isles are full of people with wolfish ambitions. Destroy them, and so be it."
Anyone from later generations would find it hard to feel any goodwill toward the Eastern Isles, given their actions.
"Our paths are different, so we cannot