"The weapons capable of obliterating a Grandmaster, the ancestors truly shouldn't have forsaken them. If we armed current Martial Artists with these hot weapons, we would undoubtedly defend the Wetland gate unscathed.
"The opponent simply couldn't break in. The ancestors stopped eating for fear of choking."
Liao Ji gritted his teeth.
He was a second-generation Martial Artist and had more understanding of the Wetland than others.
"You're speaking without having experienced it, underestimating the alien races of the Wetland. You didn't live through the dark era of the 23rd century and cannot fathom the ancestors' dilemmas.
"The human race faced extinction, akin to a starving person with two choices before them: a stale bun or a bowl of poisoned red braised pork.
"Eating the stale bun might make you ill, and it tastes bad, but you survive.
"The red braised pork is delicious, but it would kill you with poison. Which would you choose?
