Madam Gao let out a long breath, her voice and expression filled with sorrow and desolation.
She looked at the children and grandchildren filling the hall before her, a sea of heads, every one a living person, seemingly all the continuation of the lineage, all its hope. The Gao Lineage looked so prosperous!
Yet Madam Gao felt only wave after wave of dejection and helplessness.
The words Zuo Xiaoduo had spoken when he came in now felt like slaps striking her face, one after another.
"There are so many people in the Gao Lineage!"
So many people. What did that mean?
Perhaps Zuo Xiaoduo had merely made an offhand remark at the time.
But now, Madam Gao felt her face burning. Yes, so many people. When they did nothing day after day, how could there not be so many?
When they enjoyed the peace bought by other people's desperate sacrifices every day, how could there not be so many?
Had the Xiang Family not had many people? Had the Shi Family not had many?
Of all those lineages, which had ever been short of people?
Yet now, those lineages had dwindled one after another; only the old and the young remained. It was not that they had never had many people, but that... the vast majority of their men had died fighting at Sun Moon Pass!
In many lineages, starting with their ancestors, generation after generation of men had gone to Sun Moon Pass to enlist, as though it were customary! Generation after generation of men had spilled their hot blood at Sun Moon Pass just like that!
Without complaint or regret!
Chapter 180: Where Was the Powder?
Take the Dongfang Family, for example. Over the past three thousand years, thousands of its men had died fighting at Sun Moon