"Those of us who have gathered here today are actually the losers of this disaster."
"Take the Tang Clan, for instance. Their millennial establishment in Xiling is destroyed, the territory in North Mountain is breached, the clansmen are forced to disperse, and now they are pursued by the strongest mystical bird guards of Longzhou. I myself am unsure about how many could survive."
People in the hall looked at each other, not understanding why the opening was so heavy. They couldn't understand why Tang Zhi would openly disclose these facts to everyone.
Thinking about the post-war ruins of North Mountain, they couldn't help but remember their own pasts.
Just like Tang Zhi said, everyone here is a failure of this disaster. They once lived carefree lives across various cities and regions, every single one of them were chiefs respected by their communities.
