Looking at the sea of scattered bones and wreckage below, with blood flowing through the cracks on the ground like small streams, cities reduced to ghost towns, and the overpowering stench of blood filling the air.
As the old man and Master had said, no one can save everyone.
To gain something, one must lose something; and in losing, there is something gained.
Ning Chenxin recalled his Master's teachings.
He had also said the same words as the old man.
The key is whether, after making a choice, one can accept what has been lost... or rather, face one's own heart.
Ning Chenxin pondered this deeply at the time. While following his Second Senior Sister in battles across many regions, he would, after each victory, unify and organize the sects and aristocratic families in those realms to minimize conflicts of interest and prevent further slaughter arising from disputes.
Afterwards, Ning Chenxin spoke four words to Lu Changsheng.
His Master nodded and smiled back then.
