Long Zhu knew that he alone wasn’t enough, his face regretful.
He knew the racial discrimination on this continent would never change, even if tens of thousands of years had passed. Also, Lin Meng, Nie Rou, Guan Hu, Nie Rou, and Lu Miao were stubborn.
Even Yan Ke and Wen Di, the two recluses, couldn’t see the whole picture. How many people could do that? Moreover, it was true that the pagans had slaughtered humans everywhere, leaving the Divine Great Land in miseries.
Only Long Zhu alone wasn’t enough to settle the racist matters.
This is why he chose to go the same way as Shi Yan. He thought Shi Yan’s way was the main trend of future, the only way for humans to survive.
As he couldn’t make them think the other way around, Long Zhu wouldn’t waste his effort anymore, shaking his head in regret. He stood on the city wall, and didn’t say anything.
