"Peaceful relations?" Malo could not help but ask with a shocked expression. "I'm sorry, Elder Rean. However, I don't think such a thing is possible. Humans hate Zasfins way too much for that."
He then continued, "That wouldn't be a big problem if it was just the Freedom Sect's old members since we weren't exactly ill-treated. Until the day they used our souls to produce Soul Stones, we had comfortable lives. However, the rest of the humans definitely hate them way too much."
Rean nodded in agreement as he said, "I know. That's why I'm saying that this would just be a start. Generations will come and go, and their descendants won't end up like their parents. If no one breaks the agreement, our human race has a thousand years of peace, which should be enough to change the situation. The same thing could be said for the Zasfins since only those who surpass the Nascent Soul Realm would remember the past. Not to mention that even if these people are still alive, holding a grudge for a thousand years isn't exactly that easy."
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