Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 323: How Many Things Live Inside His Heart?
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 245: Present
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1171- Three abilties
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 944: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (2)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1170- King pearls
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 16
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 32: The First Trade
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 619: Old Monk in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3827: Discarded
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 244: Fear
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 322: Five Seconds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1169- See you downstairs
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 942: The Fate-Burning Candle
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 943: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (1)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1168- Level exceeding activation
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 15
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 618: Vajra's Angry Gaze
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3826: The Illusionary Ancestor’s Gift
Chapter 1245: Revealed, the Instigator Behind the Curtain! (II)
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
"So many of them have died in battle! Do you believe that they will just let the matter go? Even if they can't defeat you now, what about in ten years? One hundred years? Once you are dead, they will go to war once more! The hatred will only deepen until it can never be dissolved. This is an intractable problem that will never be resolved, and in the end, the ones facing disaster will be the common people of the Central Plains. The land will be strewn with corpses and flowing with rivers of blood. Is that what you wish to see?" the old woman coldly said, still holding her basket.
"Heh!"
Seated in his carriage, Wang Chong smiled at the old woman's words.
"War truly is incapable of solving all problems, but can compromise gain peace? Withdrawing soldiers from Khorasan, allowing Arabia to grow strong, dissolving the prefectural armies, cutting off one's own hands and feet, crippling one's martial arts—is this your solution to neutralize the weapons of war?" Wang Chong coldly said.
Outside the carriage, the old woman froze as if rendered speechless by Wang Chong's argument. But a moment later, Wang Chong knew that he was mistaken. The old woman's body trembled, and her clear and bright eyes swiftly became turbid and dim.
"What is going on? What– what am I doing here?"
The old woman glanced at the reins in her hand, and then at Wang Chong and Zhang Que on the carriage, with a puzzled look on her face. It was as if she had been sleeping for a very long time and suddenly awoken from a dream. A moment later, the old woman muttered to herself, let go of the reins, and disappeared into the crowd. Zhang Que was watching her throughout, and when the old woman left, he was left just as confused.
"What is going on here?"
Zhang Que had originally believed that this old woman was some formidable individual in disguise, but he now realized that he had been mistaken. Everything that had happened just now had been ex
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