Qi mo fell silent. He really didn't know what to say. Yufei's words were like a blow to his head, waking him up.
Previously, Qi mo had only thought that if a civil war were to break out, the desolate race would be embroiled in the flames of war. If that happened, the desolate race would be the ones suffering. Therefore, he had been trying his best to avoid a civil war. Previously, he had only been thinking of ways to stall for time, and to resolve the conflict between Zhao Hai and the elder Council.
However, he did not expect that the conflict between Zhao Hai and the elder Council was not as simple as it seemed. There was a conflict of interest. One party wanted to obtain huge benefits, while the other party would not let them. This conflict was irreconcilable.
