That day, in the South Sea region, when he saw the information about the Sea Clan gathered through every possible channel, he too fell silent for a time, unable to stop a trace of pity from arising in his heart for what the Sea Clan had suffered.
But that was all.
He would not deny the Sea Clan's vengeance, nor would he deem anything harmful to humanity evil. He held respect for the Sea Clan's resistance.
Yet when he encountered resisting members of the Sea Clan, he would still strike without hesitation, cutting them down with a single sword.
A weak nation had no diplomacy.
Truth lay within the range of cannons.
In his previous life, anyone among the common masses could say a thing or two about these two sentences.
But without studying history, who could truly understand the truths contained within them?
It was like the homeland where Zhang Qingyuan had lived in his previous life.
Looking in every direction, there had been enemies everywhere.
Over nearly two hundred years of history, it had suffered injustices too numerous to count. Seeking the mercy of the stronger from the position of the weak had only brought even greater injustice, until it finally embarked upon the path of self-reliance and self-strengthening.
The history of the past had taught him one principle.
Only when you became strong would justice and fairness return to you!
This was the law by which the natural world operated, where the weak were prey to the strong.
Even when human civilization in his previous life had developed to its peak, and humanity had evolved to stand at the very top of nature's food chain, it still could not escape this truth!
"More than thirty years have passed since I transmigrated to this world. I have cultivated