Huo Yuhao looked up at the starry sky, then back at the Demons before him, who were already resting.
Huo Yuhao said to Yun Ming, "Yun Ming, do you know what state those members of the Demon Race in the Undead Demiplane were in when I first saw them?"
"It probably wasn't good," Yun Ming said when he heard Huo Yuhao's question.
Huo Yuhao nodded at that. "More or less. Famine, poverty, disability, and oppression. I saw them charge toward caravans carrying grain, wave after wave, on empty stomachs, some dragging their broken bodies along, even though they knew they had no chance of winning."
"But they still did it. I also saw those members of the Demon Race terrified by war, and I saw what state the humans captured by the Demon Race were in."
"At that level, there really was no difference between what humans and the Demon Race suffered, nor was there any need to compare whose suffering was worse."
"Of course I could say that the relationship between humans and the Demon Race there had long since passed the point where an apology could resolve anything. The seeds of hatred had already been silently planted in that land."
"No matter which side ultimately won, the outcome would still develop in an uncontrollable direction."
"But I also saw how the vast majority of the Demon Race there lived, as well as those captive human slaves. Given their circumstances, I couldn't simply side with one to deal with the other..."
"Everything I experienced in that land gradually changed the attitude I had when I first saw those members of the Demon Race, as well as how I positioned myself when facing them."
"They were Demons, and I was human. But looking at them then, I felt as though