"From the grand scheme of things, to solve this problem, either the Human Race must shrink back or expand territory. It is inevitable that the Human Race will step into the worlds beyond the heavens, and the conflict between the Human Race and the Hundred Clans will continue."
"Then we'll just have to fight them."
Cailin the Great said indifferently, "The victorious survive, and the weak perish. Such is the natural order of the world."
"Cailin, what I mean to say is that perhaps we could try a different approach in our dealings with the Human Race. Reigniting the war would only lead to more deaths."
"Senior Mo," Cailin the Great whispered, "You have been advising since the ancient times, but what has it achieved? The Hundred Clans slay the Human Race, the Human Race retaliates against the Hundred Clans, and then the cycle repeats. Both sides are now deeply entrenched in a sea of blood with unresolvable hatred."
The elder said, "But Cailin, the death of your parents and kin..."
