"You, your vision is still too narrow," Chen Sanliang chuckled.
"I'd like to hear your insights," Zhang Chen responded, putting down his wine cup and looking at Chen Sanliang.
"The so-called battle between the great forces, the conflict between the Human Race and the Demon Race, is merely the elites crushing each other, just a redistribution of interests. Look at the territory of Prince Pingbian, where local noble families have sided with the Demon Race, yet they continue to thrive, while only the common people suffer. What does this tell us?" Chen Sanliang asked.
Zhang Chen was taken aback, shaking his head in disbelief, "What does it mean? I don't know! Please enlighten me, sir."
