"Have you truly decided?"
Zhao Ru crouched down and helped Qian Renxue to her feet, asking one final time, "You must understand that what has happened cannot be changed. Once you change it, all of time will change as well. You might vanish completely!"
"I understand. But Master, have you ever considered that even if Zhao Su lives his original life all over again, he will still hate me? Nothing will change. How can his Great Dao ever become complete that way?"
"Alas, if that is how you feel, I have nothing more to say. Remember, if anything goes wrong, there will be no turning back!"
As Zhao Ru spoke, he handed Qian Renxue a small porcelain bottle. At the same time, he extended his right hand and imprinted a mark in her mind.
"The choice is yours to make!"
"Thank you, Master!"
"You need not thank me. I should be thanking you. I hope we, master and disciple, will have another chance to meet."
With that, Zhao Ru turned and left the room.
Three days later, the Demon Venerable personally led sixteen armies of the Demon Tribe to lay siege to the Heavenly Citadel.
The Heavenly Citadel could be called the last line of defense between the lands inhabited by humans and the Demon Tribe's sacred land.
Once the Demon Tribe breached it, they could drive straight into the heart of human territory. When that happened, the human race would be in peril.
Moreover, the human sects had always swept only the snow before their own doors.
This was the fundamental reason why, despite their vast numbers and superior talent for cultivation, humans had always been suppressed by the Demon Tribe.
The human race was divided into the Two Great Empires and the Seven Great Sects, and war had