Luo Chen was silent for a moment, then slowly uttered two words: "Yes."
Although his voice was calm, the heaviness and helplessness contained within made Li Xin feel an inexplicable oppression.
"Throughout the ages," Luo Chen continued, "there have always been heroes attempting to write history. When the strength of one side weakens, it arouses the covetous desires of another. This is an eternal truth."
Listening to these words, Li Xin felt a complex emotion rising in her heart. She felt a deep sense of powerlessness, yet also seemed to see a glimmer of hope.
"What do you think," she took a deep breath, "now that the Blue People and Great Qin are at war, who will win?"
Luo Chen did not hesitate, he blurted out: "Great Qin!"
"Why?" Li Xin snorted coldly, clearly dissatisfied with this answer.
