Great Dao Dispute

The moment his voice fell, the heavens roared.

Above the void, clouds churned. Purple clouds floated on the left, blood-red clouds gathered on the right, their boundaries as distinct as the Jing and Wei Rivers. Faint lightning flickered between them, and for a time, thunder rolled and lightning flashed...

On the two flying ships, the six thousand soldiers of the Azure Dragon White Tiger Legion stared into the depths of the clouds in surprise. Had it not been a clear, bright day just moments ago? Yet now, it seemed the weather was about to change.

Li Qingquan's gaze fell upon Lin Su's face, and he started. "Brother, what's wrong?"

Bi Xuanji and Dark Night were also slightly startled, because Lin Su's face had gone very pale...

Lin Su took a deep breath. His complexion returned to normal, and he smiled faintly. "It's nothing. Let's continue... Therefore, the key to this northern campaign is to display Great Cang's military might—to sweep through a thousand armies as a mat rolls up..."

Over the course of their long debate, the flying vessel crossed thousands of miles of sky, and the clouds above finally dispersed...

Li Qingquan sat at the table, sipping tea as he digested these earth-shattering views...

He had once been the Sick Young Master of the capital. He had also deliberately cultivated ties with officials of every rank. Among his circle were many Great Confucians well versed in military affairs, yet no one had ever spoken of warfare with such simplicity—and such profundity...

Between nations, there was no sentiment or righteousness, only profit.

Only those who dared to fight could speak of peace; only those capable of fighting could end war!

How profound—and how utterly subversive!

Lin Su returned to his room, and Dark Night followed him inside. "Husband, what happened