After hearing Elder Ruohua's words, Lu Yin's gaze sharpened. He didn't understand that feeling. To him, the Iron Blood Territory was merely a line of defense, so he could easily order Elder Ruohua and the others to withdraw. The reason he had negotiated with Xu Qing was because he cared about the Canglan Territory, not the Iron Blood Territory.
Perhaps to Elder Ruohua and the others, the Iron Blood Territory was their home, their final resting place.
Elder Ruohua couldn't say these things to outsiders. No one else could understand. A territory that already belonged to the Sixth Continent should have nothing to do with them. They had already left that battlefield where life and death hung in the balance, so why should they care? Even the Sixth Continent couldn't understand.
This was a belief unique to those who had guarded the Iron Blood Territory for generations, a faith branded deep in their souls.
Just as Elder Ruohua had said, the Iron Blood Territory was alive. It was weeping.
"How can I help?" Lu Yin asked solemnly.
Elder Ruohua looked at Lu Yin. "You're a councilor."
Lu Yin shook his head. "It's no use. Something momentous has happened in the Fifth Continent. The attention of the Glory Hall, and even the Dao Origin Sect of the Sixth Continent, is focused on that matter. Compared with it, the Iron Blood Territory is utterly insignificant."
Elder Ruohua froze, then gave a bitter smile. Yes, insignificant. He wasn't just talking about the Iron Blood Territory, but also the people like them.
The strongest among them was only at the Enlightenment Realm. What did that amount to in this vast universe? They were nothing but ants.
In an instant, Elder Ruohua seemed ten years older. No one could understand them. No one could understand.