New Martial was New Martial. A Silver Moon one hundred thousand years later was a completely different entity. It was a new age separate from New Martial and citizens of the latter felt absolutely no affinity with it. Whether Silver Moon denizens wished to walk a new dao or inherit New Martial’s heritage… they could do whatever they wished.0

Even the Human King wouldn’t mind it too much if he was here. So long as Silver Moon denizens didn’t look to invade New Martial, they could do whatever they wanted. He looked after only New Martial citizens—the people who once fought together to create an era.0

When it came to the new generations after New Martial, the Human King advocated peace. He didn’t grace them with special treatment as, in his words, what did it matter to him what happened in the world after he and his friends died?0

If there was a new emperor, then it was the new emperor’s duty to safeguard the people. He didn’t give a damn about the newcomers so long as they didn’t get in his way.0

Yuan Shuo chuckled and set the topic aside. The group probed further...0