"Young friend, you are the Blade Saint's direct disciple, allied by marriage with the Grand Subtle Mystic Palace, and the City Lord of Dao Sword City."
"With your status, you are qualified enough."
"I'm merely asking for your opinion, not asking you to make the final decision."
"Can't you at least give me something to consider?"
Ning Po's voice came from behind him.
At that moment, Ye Lin knew there was no escaping this trial.
If he had known, he would never have come.
Forget it. Since he could not avoid it, he would face it head-on.
After giving himself a thorough mental pep talk, Ye Lin turned around with a stiff scalp.
"Since Senior has put it that way, this junior can no longer keep refusing."
"This junior's thoughts may be somewhat naive. I hope Senior will not take offense."
"Not at all, not at all. Speak freely—anything goes."
Ning Po waved a hand, appearing exceedingly magnanimous.
After speaking, he turned and returned to his seat, silently watching Ye Lin.
The old man was also stroking his beard as he watched Ye Lin.
"This junior believes that the two clans should dissolve their hatred and reconcile."
"If the two clans keep fighting like this, it is simply not worth it. After all, neither side has gained anything from all this fighting, while both have needlessly depleted their foundations. It is a thankless task that takes more effort than it is worth."
"If they reconcile and both clans value harmony, developing together, that would be the best possible outcome."
"This junior advocates peace."
After Ye Lin finished speaking, he gave the two supreme powerhouses a deep bow.
He had heard the Spirit King mention such an idea before.
He had not expected it to be laid out openly this time.