"The Beast Race did put in effort during the war, sure, but don't go puffing up someone else's prestige. Besides, why were they willing to help us? Because the Jialan Sect has spent millions upon millions of years putting down roots in the Southern Marsh. Even the Beast Race has to obey the Human Emperor's commands."
"Then why did the Human and Beast Races in the Eastern Ridge and Southern Marsh wage war before?"
It was still the cultivator who had questioned them earlier. He seemed to have quite a mind of his own.
"Wang Erming, watch what you say. You could be charged with the grave crime of undermining the alliance between the two races!"
"Exactly. Stop spouting nonsense. What war? Those were only drills."
"Don't say that again. Keep talking and you'll drag us all down with you!"
By bringing up the war between the Human and Beast Races that occurred every few hundred years, that cultivator seemed to have poked a hornet's nest. After a round of criticism from his companions at the table, he could only smile sheepishly, lower his head, and drink in silence.
"I heard from my ancestor that those Sacred Lands aren't a solid slab of iron, either. The human army had the Primordial Soul Sacred Land's cooperation this time. That's how they inflicted such a crushing defeat on the Qianyuan Sacred Land."
"So that's what happened. It seems the Primordial Soul Sacred Land understands the times, too, and knows to submit to our Human Emperor. A fine bird choosing its tree, you might say."
"What a shame about the Primordial Soul Sect. Otherwise, with the foundations of a super sect, they could have been a major force in attacking the Sacred Lands. They say the Primordial Soul Sect had several Dao Ling