Chen Sansi interrupted, "Since your sect cannot satisfy my demands, please do not disturb the peaceful land of the Eastern Continent."
"Why?"
Mu Qingming stood up, his face full of confusion, and asked, "Brother Chen, I understand you sympathize with mortals and feel their lives are miserable, but have you ever thought that even without cultivators demanding the planting of Spiritual Grain, the mortal landowners and city lords would still tax them? What's the difference between the two?"
"There is a difference!"
Chen Sansi looked him straight in the eye, "When cultivators oppress, mortals cannot resist. But when mortals oppress, the people, pushed to the brink, will rise in rebellion. This is a matter of mortals, and it ends as a matter of mortals."
"I don't understand."
Mu Qingming frowned, "Brother Chen, why do you value those mortals so much? What do they have to do with you?!"
"Indeed, what do they have to do with me?"
