Wang Ba frowned slightly.
This was precisely the greatest crux of the problem.
Master Xinyuan's actions were not simply about choosing who should live or die. He originally intended to save everyone, but his decision only resulted in even greater and more tragic losses.
Therefore, from the perspective of outcomes, had Master Xinyuan chosen a different approach at that time, even if it meant doing nothing, the result might have been far better than it is now.
Master Xinyuan, in hindsight, clearly realized this himself, which is why he found it even harder to accept such a reality.
But as for the elderly monk standing before him, he swallowed his words, unable to voice them aloud.
"Master, none of us have ever blamed you..."
Zhao Jie's face showed sorrow as he looked at the revered Master Xinyuan, who had now become this way, stepping forward softly to offer comfort.
He was met only with the furious roaring of the Demonic Thought's phantom.
