Seeing the words appear before his eyes, Huo Yuanhong was not surprised.
Having seen the deepest night, the blazing, brilliant flame in his heart... would never waver.
Giving everyone under heaven a chance to become like dragons, sheltering the poor scholars of the world until all could smile in joy—this was the original aspiration that had sprouted within him back when he was still living in that old house. It was not something he wanted to do merely for the cultivation of Fist Intent.
Or rather, Fist Intent was never something that could be cultivated deliberately. It was easy to deceive others, but difficult to deceive oneself. If one deliberately made some grand vow for the sake of Fist Intent, that would instead be taking the inferior path.
Only by truly doing what one wished to do was one practicing one's own path.
He did not know whether his choice was right, but in this era, they were all advancing through the dark. If they did not even have the courage to try, if they only dared drift with the current in the direction most people chose, then how could they call themselves Martial Persons?
The martial world might draw its curtain, but Martial Persons would not. Martial Persons had never existed by relying on Great Medicine; they existed because of a force, a spirit, an indomitable will!
So long as that spirit remained, whether they held a blade, a pen, or a gun, they would forever be fearless and unafraid. He hoped that everyone under heaven could become a Martial Person.
What the great clans wanted was to preserve the martial world as long as possible and protect their old interests. But he would not. He would not let the martial world hinder the coming development of firearms. So