Lu Jiangxian's gaze retreated from the variety of life at the foot of the mountain, his Divine Sense returning to the Mirror. He landed next to a white jade-like stone table, the breeze brushing against his robe as he slowly sat down, sighing softly, a touch of sorrow in his expression.
"Four pairs of fathers and sons, three families plotting against each other, entanglements that span generations... Such is the way of the world, everyone fears each other, forcing people into harming one another, and in the end, a blood feud leaves every family in mourning…"
"Immortals risking their lives, Upper Sects slaughtering, Human Pills, Blood Sacrifices, cannibalism… Noble Families crushing each other, and commoners helplessly facing execution."
Lu Jiangxian's mind was full of doubts as he quietly said,
"The conflict between immortals and demons back then, what exactly was the outcome… that made the world turn out this way."
