"Crazy?"
Muzi Li looked at Quan Xiaotong's stunned face and suddenly smiled.
This wasn't a spur-of-the-moment decision. It was the result of careful thought and deliberation over the past few days.
There were some things Muzi Li didn't intend to hide from him. After all, Quan Xiaotong was one of the leading figures at present. If he didn't know about many of these matters, it would be difficult for him to make the right judgments.
Muzi Li briefly recounted their entire conversation from that day. Just as expected, Quan Xiaotong stood there, dumbstruck.
It wasn't only the shocking content that stunned him, but also the sheer volume of information.
The atmosphere fell silent for a long while. Only after some time had passed did Quan Xiaotong finally let out a heavy breath.
Now he finally understood what the other man had meant when he'd said he could barely be considered a Central Continent native. It wasn't just him.
In that case, this could be considered a civil war between people of the Central Continent.
It was just that this civil war had begun ten thousand years ago, with a plan laid out over an extraordinarily long time.
"Why does it all originate from the Central Continent? We're all Central Continent natives. Why must they wipe each other out?"
Quan Xiaotong sighed dejectedly.
He couldn't understand it. If the two sides came from different worlds, perhaps they could show no mercy at all.
But in the end, they could all be considered Central Continent natives. Even if they came from two small worlds, those worlds had been carved out of the Central Continent. Didn't that still make them part of it?
"Most cultivators on both sides don't know any of this. Even if they did, it wouldn't help."
Because they couldn't