It turned out to be such a vast game of chess.
Ji Yuntai listened and let out a cold, rippling laugh.
"What are you laughing at?" Song Huaxu didn't understand and looked at him.
Ji Yuntai laughed again, tears forming in the corners of his eyes, "This world, long united, must divide; long divided, must unite—it is an unchanging principle. What does it have to do with the Divine Church of Light, and what does it have to do with you? You're merely using these baseless sentiments to satisfy your personal desires. Talking about bringing peace to a chaotic world—every loyal and good member of the Yan Family fought battles from horseback. What stability are you talking about, where does it come from?"
