Yin Xue's expression was thoughtful.
She knew what her father said was right.
The struggle between the Bloodline and Elemental Factions was something every Wizard City was either currently experiencing or had experienced in the past.
Any Wizard City where one side gained an absolute advantage had inevitably gone through a period of vicious, bloody infighting, leaving it severely weakened.
But even so, it was something that had to be done.
Without a clear victor, a Wizard City would be mired in long-term factional strife, its progress halting to a standstill before it eventually began to decline.
Only by ruthlessly centralizing power could a city be reborn and usher in an era of greater development.
A moment of pain was not to be feared. What was truly terrifying was endless stagnation and decline.
