"When the Zhou People brutalized us, you were nowhere to be seen."
"But now that it's time to stop the fighting and declare peace, here you are."
"Did you see the Zhou People slaughtering the Liang People? Did you see the Zhou Officials run rampant in our Liang Territory—abusing men, violating women, humiliating our people, and seizing their property?"
"Did you see how the Seven Sects, the hundred-plus Noble Clans, and the might of the Flame Emperor drove us, the Liang People, to our wits' end?"
"Back then, you didn't show up to end the war. Tonight, we came prepared to die. Why have you decided to show up now?"
An old man with black hair, a Peak master in the twilight of his life, stepped forward. Every word he spoke was like weeping blood, every sentence steeped in tears.
He was not afraid to die.
And he continued his accusation.
"You are one of the Liang People! Our people's Supreme First Grade! How can you so blatantly favor the Zhou People!"
