Zhang Siqian's reply was soft, without much emotional fluctuation, yet it made Wang Zhifan's heart heavy, plunging him into an unspeakable silence.
"A speck of dust from the era falls upon ordinary people like a mountain..."
This thought involuntarily came to his mind, beginning to understand the meaning of the phrase.
Strictly speaking, Zhang Siqian wasn't a truly ordinary person in this world.
He joined the Confucian sect from a young age, achieving Postnatal Sixth Layer cultivation at a young age, living a smooth and happy life and marriage, much better than many civilians without Postnatal Cultivation who lived unsatisfactory lives.
But obviously, in the catastrophe of the Demon Realm invasion, his plight was no different from those of the lower class civilians, perhaps even more unlucky, as his entire family was harmed by the demons leaving only him alive, thus making his madness understandable.
