Reform means conflict, and conflict signifies death.
Everything that is happening now, whether it's the countless deaths in the Barbarian Tribes' wars, the undercurrents swelling in the Northern Frontier's Three Prefectures, or these commoners dying in the dead of night with none to inquire—these are just a prologue.
As long as one of the Sects, the Imperial Family, or the Prime Minister's Mansion doesn't back down, then many, many more people are destined to die.
In light of this, the deaths happening now really don't seem like much.
But...
"You've misunderstood."
Listening to Li Yunqing's mocking inquiry, Xu Yuan's gaze slowly fell to the city wall below.
He looked at the bustling crowd, striving for a few coppers to survive, and spoke softly:
"Yunqing, what do you think made those two back then choose this path they're on now?"
Li Yunqing's eyes narrowed slightly, and then he chuckled:
"To sweep across the universe and restore universal peace to the world."
