"If you had any courage, you wouldn't have abandoned yourself like this. Though your hidden injuries are severe, they are not beyond treatment. In the end, you're just afraid."
"Even you are afraid. Even you think the Human Race has no hope for the future—then what will those below think?"
"If this continues, the Human Race will only slowly sink into a deadly cycle until it is completely wiped out."
"You know all this, don't you? Think about it—would you have been in such a miserable state when you were young? Or put another way, when you were young, would you have feared certain things so deeply, would you have been so desperate?"
"Compared to your younger self, you are nothing more than a pitiful man sitting here, waiting to die."
"Though the Human Race has declined, there are still many young people who hold hope, ideals, and burning passion in their hearts. Unfortunately, they cannot receive proper cultivation."
"In an environment like this, with the classes fixed in place, if there is no reform, there will only be a gradual march toward extinction."
Ye Lin stood before him with his hands behind his back, speaking each word distinctly.
Elder Wang remained silent, his expression grim. Every sentence, every word Ye Lin spoke stabbed viciously into his heart.
With every sentence Ye Lin spoke, his heart hurt a little more.
"What can I do? There is no way. There truly is no way! In the eyes of outsiders, I am the lofty Martial King, the strongest of the Human Race, the leader of the Human Race."
"But who knows that all the pressure of the Human Race rests on my shoulders? There isn't a single person to share it with me—not one. What can I possibly do now?"
Elder Wang