Yun Di's face bore dissatisfaction as she reminded, "Lord of the city, he has killed a man, right on the street."
"Elder Yun, I know you've always valued rules, but the Human Race has come to such a point where at best, rules can only slow our demise."
"But we need to survive."
"Out of ten thousand people, fewer than a thousand are newborn children, and that number will only decrease, yet someone like him, a peerless prodigy, has been born."
"Do you know what such an unusual occurrence represents?"
The city lord spoke each word with earnest seriousness.
"It's the Human Race's last struggle of fate, weak and possibly futile, but we, these people, must help him."
"Moreover, Qingcang's enmities with the Jiang Family and Guan San are known to me. Although he is excessively unyielding, he is not wrong."
Yun Di sat cross-legged on the cushion, quietly listening to the city lord's words and his decision.