The proud Pushpa could not help lowering her head in shame.
Qin Siyang's questions had left her utterly mortified.
Only now did she truly understand.
The young man before her surpassed her in far more than strength.
Only a gentle breeze stirred over the ruins.
As it reached the eighty-year-old woman, it seemed to pass straight through her hollow chest.
She faltered for a long while, then drew a deep breath and said, "Although you're very powerful, the people of the First Domain are even stronger. You must be careful. Ideally, you should join forces with Alan, the Domain Master of the Fourth Domain, and Sima Ji, the Domain Master of the Seventh Domain, to fight them..."
"The people of the First Domain will die. Sima Ji and Alan will die too."
Qin Siyang mercilessly cut off the words Pushpa had taken so long to muster, rejecting her well-intentioned warning outright.
Meeting Pushpa's gaze, Qin Siyang added solemnly, "People who follow different paths cannot work together. If I join forces with anyone, it will be the people of the Fourth and Seventh Domains, never two executioners just like you."
Pushpa gave a couple of awkward chuckles, her voice growing quieter than a mosquito's whine. "Yes, you're right..."
"The strength of the hundreds of millions in your Eighth Domain has already proved your approach right... My perspective was simply too narrow."
"Your narrow perspective was a limitation of your era. I don't blame you for that," Qin Siyang said indifferently. "But suffering yourself and never thinking of changing things, only of oppressing others-that's a problem with your own nature."
Qin Siyang stopped looking at Pushpa and gazed into the distance instead. "Even in feudal times, many emperors, generals, and ministers who rose from poverty chose not to oppress the poor after