Shao Jian gave a cold snort. “Since the founding of Beijia, it has plotted, launched, and even personally taken part in thousands of wars. That is how it buys its own survival and strength, by doing this sort of work for the gods!” Then he said, one word at a time, “Tell me, does that make the monster emperors, monster kings, and state preceptors traitors to the mortal realm or not?”0

“…Yes,” He Lingchuan said carefully. “But over the past ten years or so, Beijia itself does not seem to have waged any wars?”0

“It may not have moved directly, but what about the State of Ju? What about the State of Dai?” Shao Jian said icily. “The State of Ju got a new ruler and began reforming the government, and then rebellion suddenly broke out. Within half a year, more than twenty thousand people were dead. The ruler of Ju himself was hacked to death amid the chaos, and afterward, the various rebel factions turned on one another in a struggle for the throne. People were cut down like grass, and that still has not ended.”1

“As for the State of Dai, it enjoyed peace for less than twenty years before going back to war with its old enemy. Their blood feud only deepened, and who knows when it will ever stop?” Shao Jian shook his head. “Behind the turmoil in both of those states was Beijia’s meddling. That much, I know. As for all the cases I don’t know about…” He let out a short, bitter laugh. “Those would be beyond counting.”0

“The gods aren’t fools either. If they did nothing...0