Bab 1787: The Definition of Humanity

Lu Zhongqi's voice was as gentle as his eyes. It was without the slightest hint of aggression, as though he was chatting about insignificant family affairs.

Nevertheless, as Lu Zhongqi spoke, Meng Chao returned to the bloody, cruel, and dark era decades ago when order collapsed. He realized that it was just as Lu Zhongqi had said. He could not find a bright path.

In the middle of the broken walls where the strong preyed on the weak, every path to survival was paved with corpses and blood.

"If this situation makes it difficult for you to make a decision, what about the other scenarios?"