After all, as long as [Abundance] continued, Abominations such as the Borisin would keep being born.
"That was your choice. The former War Chief Hoolay died by your hand. Now, you are the War Chief."
Hoolay pointed a claw at his own heart.
"You cannot deny that, in the eyes of Xianzhou natives, the blood in your veins is unclean."
"You cannot bewitch me, Hoolay."
Feixiao shook her head.
She had seen the scenes of the Alliance treating her as a formidable enemy, of people mocking her behind her back as a mere tool while she slew Abominations...
She was one hundred percent certain that those situations could never exist.
"But I am curious. When you saw me, you made this choice so decisively. Are the Borisin on the Luofu not your descendants?" "Heh. Those descendants of Du Lan who came to rescue me have lost the wildness of wolves. They would rather pin their hopes on the so-called 'Lord of Longevity' than fight to the death and produce a new War Chief."
"I bestowed my blood upon them, and all who swallowed it had already lost their wildness. I knew more than one person was watching me from the shadows. Perhaps I had fallen into someone else's trap from the very beginning."
"A prisoner locked away for seven hundred years, a war criminal who could not even die on the battlefield, still being manipulated and used as someone else's pawn-I would never accept such a fate."
"So you turned their scheme against them?" "Exactly.
"For the truly strong, a racial designation is only a name. The strong should decide their own path. After seven hundred years, I am no longer strong, but you are!" "On this Luofu, you alone could absorb this Crimson Moon. I do not know what