Lin Bule's face twitched. Lin Lele's eyes had long since reddened. She glared at Lin Qi indignantly and cried, "Lin Qi, don't you have even a shred of compassion? What a pitiful man! Before setting out on his campaign, he was still thinking of his beloved. He fought for his race, died in the war, and his beloved may still be waiting bitterly in his hometown..."
With a heavy cough, Lin Qi rolled his eyes at Lin Lele. "The question is, who were their enemies?"
Lin Lele froze, opening her mouth without being able to say a word. To believers of the Western Continent or other continents, the question of who the gods' enemies had been in the primordial divine war was impossible to answer. Many did not even know that the primordial divine war had existed, much less the events of the Great Cataclysm Era and the Era of Destruction. But to the members of the Twelve Ancient Clans, was that even a question?
The gods' enemies were humanity's forefathers—the ancestors of those humans represented by the Twelve Ancient Clans. Many of the founding figures of the Twelve Ancient Clans had even been humans who had luckily survived the end of the primordial divine war.
"But, but..." Lin Lele dearly wanted to say something. The letters—or rather, diaries—in the volume Lin Qi had destroyed fit far too perfectly with a naïve young girl's yearning for pure love.
"No buts!" Lin Qi looked coldly at Lin Lele. "Know where you stand, my dear little cousin! Who were their enemies? Whom did they want to kill? Who killed them? You can't be muddle-headed about such things. Perhaps you think I don't know much, but I know far more than you could ever imagine!"
Lin Qi shrugged and smiled easily. With one