Nothing else mattered as much as this: Qin An wanted to know why these False Gods had shown him no hostility.
After the Former Dynasty's war with the Great Qian Kingdom ended in its destruction, its people should have harbored a deep, furious hatred for Great Qian.
And since resentment had turned them into False Gods, they should have met someone from Great Qian not with such friendly curiosity, but with enough hatred to tear him limb from limb and leave him a cold corpse.
The sight was not so much absurd as unbelievable. That was what Qin An most wanted to understand.
Wang Liu paused at the question before answering, "It's simple, really. You must know where we are. This is the most yang-charged part of the Dragon Vein. It can suppress all resentment."
"Even though we became False Gods, that powerful yang energy gradually erased the hatred in our hearts."
Qin An rubbed his chin. Wang Liu's explanation was plausible.
The Dragon Vein's yang energy could erase hatred. Even after stripping away the resentment that had turned them into False Gods, it continued wearing down what remained within them.
After so long in such a place, it really might have ground away their hatred completely.
But was that truly what had happened?
Qin An had his doubts, but he kept them to himself and motioned for Wang Liu to continue.
Wang Liu paused, then said, "Once the resentment was gone, time wore on, and we came to understand a great many things."
"For instance, those old grudges were, in the end, nothing more than a struggle between two sides with different beliefs. The only difference was that we lost and the Great Qian Kingdom won."
"But no matter who won or lost, it was ultimately just a struggle."