"Concealing your identity and slipping out through the pass with an adventure group is indeed a brilliant move!" Ming Tianyan said. "The only question is whether this man can be trusted."
"Today was the first time I met him, but he gave me a name I could not refuse: Zhou Yi!"
"Who is Zhou Yi?"
"He was a Great Confucian I met when I entered Great Corner, a man who truly practiced the word 'righteousness' in this world..."
After hearing his account, Ming Tianyan nodded lightly. "The path of righteousness is easy to understand but hard to walk. Someone willing to pay thirty years of his life, willing to stake his Literary Way reputation, to put it into practice truly deserves the essence of 'righteousness.' But he is he, and Mei Qilang is Mei Qilang. I know something about Mei Qilang. How should I put it? Torn. That is probably the most fitting word. He is a very conflicted man..."
Mei Qilang came from the lower realm and had no foundation whatsoever in the Holy Hall. He was the same type as Lin Su and Luo Wuxin.
Such people would ultimately meet one of two endings.
One ending was this: under long years of suppression, their edges would be ground away until they finally bent the knee before the tide of the times. Once they bent the knee, glory would await them.
The other ending was this: if they refused to bend the knee, they would suffer suppression everywhere in the Holy Hall and never see a glimmer of hope.
Mei Qilang was a heaven-blessed genius. His Literary Way Foundation was extraordinarily deep, and he possessed his own moral backbone. He had always been torn over whether to bend the knee, so he often wrote the character "road." That character