At this point, City Lord Yu slowly closed his eyes, as if he did not want Yan Weichi to see the sorrow in them.
"You have never seen corpses strewn across the plains, nor have you seen rivers of blood, much less bodies left to burn in great fires for seven days and seven nights without ever being consumed. How can I expect you to understand my apprehension? Weichi, what I fear is not the covetousness or invasion of other nations. What I fear is the ravages of war, the rising smoke of conflict, the people driven from their homes, and the world never knowing peace again!"
Yan Weichi’s breath hitched, a lump forming in her throat. Even though she had never experienced a true war of cold steel, it was not hard to imagine the tragic, harrowing scene from the City Lord’s description.
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