Chapitre 1789: Mythical Divide

"Why?" Li Xuan asked in puzzlement.

"What do you think is the greatest disaster for humans after the dimension's descent?" Jing Daoxian asked with a smile.

"Of course it's those terrifying dimensional creatures," Li Xuan said matter-of-factly.

"You're still too young," Jing Daoxian said with a pout.

"Stop putting on an act. What else can it be?" Li Xuan retorted indignantly.

Jing Daoxian glanced at Li Xuan and narrowed his eyes. "If two countries were to fight and your family ended up getting killed, do you think it would be more unacceptable if your family was killed by the enemy or betrayed by your own people?"

Li Xuan's heart skipped a beat. "You mean that Wang Mingyuan has been betrayed by his own people?"

"Hehe, it's worse than that." Jing Daoxian chuckled coldly. "Since ancient times, the most despairing thing in every calamity isn't the calamity itself. The human heart is often crueler than a calamity."