If the question arose from anger or derision, it would be easy to answer, but Chen Changsheng had asked with sincerity.
He truly did want to know the answer.
From the moment he saw Daoist Wu in the stone chamber and knew that Wang Zhice had appeared, he began to ponder this question, but he had never been able to find an answer.
Since one side needed to yield, why couldn't it be their side?
If retreat meant falling into the abyss and death, then why couldn't they be the ones to die?
Why could these idealists who were willing to lose their heads and spill their blood for the sake of all living beings not make this choice?
Wang Zhice did not know how he should answer.
In his long life, he had never believed himself to have accomplished nothing. He had made many contributions, done many things for the Human race.
And he believed that he held a great compassion for this world.