These things, he knew all about.
But without personally experiencing them, without seeing them with one's own eyes, it's impossible to understand the depth of this suffering.
The dead are not just names, not just numbers, but living individuals, children, parents, family members.
Mo Hua looked up, gazing into the distance.
In the distance, at the Qian Learning State Boundary, sects are abundant, families tower, terraces rise high, palaces are majestic.
"Those standing high do not look down..."
In fact, he was the same.
If he had always stayed within the Qian Learning State Boundary, interacting with families and sects, he might feel that time is peaceful and life is affluent, never realizing that in nearby corners, these silently, namelessly deceased, dust-like loose cultivators exist.
He would not see the injustices created by demon cultivators.
Perhaps he would also be indifferent to the dead cultivators...
Mo Hua felt a heavy heart.
