Awe and admiration filled the eyes of those present. They were well aware of what this man in hempen clothes had done. Back when Blue Dyeing the World had dismantled the Human Alliance headquarters, the Elder Council—the highest governing body of the Human Alliance—had suffered catastrophic casualties. The three remaining elders had been forced to step behind the scenes because of Blue Dyeing the World. What was initially meant to be a mere formality had been unhesitatingly taken over by this very lord, who shouldered a vast portion of the alliance's authority. Through his reforms, countless deeply rooted evils within the Human Alliance were eradicated down to their very roots. Yet, rather than ruthlessly wiping everything out in a reckless sweep, he proceeded with the quiet, imperceptible subtlety of spring rain moistening the earth. As a result, the Human Alliance suffered no mortal blow; instead, it steadily recovered from the absolute devastation inflicted by Blue Dyeing the World, rising once more to become humanity's most formidable power. Without this lord, tens of millions, perhaps hundreds of millions, or even billions of ordinary people would have vanished silently into thin air. Yet those who owed their lives to him knew nothing of his benevolence. He never spoke of his deeds, and even after Blue Dyeing the World brought about its own foolish self-destruction, he strictly forbade any faction within the Human Alliance from encroaching upon the Blue Sea, maintaining …
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