Jiang Ding and Yuan discussed many matters with each other.
Matters concerning the Immortal Dao, matters concerning the Immortal Sect—there were many things the True Immortal did not care about, nor did he intend to force the Immortal Sect to operate according to his will. All of this was the citizens' freedom.
There were too many subordinates and heavenly talents under a True Immortal's command to count. He lacked nothing.
These heavenly talents were loyal, outstanding in aptitude and talent, and valiant in battle. So long as they could always be suppressed, their loyalty would never change, leaving no future troubles.
Compared to that, the emotions of citizens were far more precious.
At that moment, the Supreme Great Sun Sword Immortal thought of his younger sister.
Back then, his younger sister Jiang Yuan had been the same way. She had her own choices. Sometimes she wanted to indulge herself, calling it her nature, claiming that a lifespan of barely a hundred years meant one should seize the day and enjoy life. She had a whole self-contained set of crooked logic. Other times, she wanted to cultivate, afraid of life slipping away.
The Supreme Great Sun Sword Immortal had expressed respect for all of it.
His younger sister was an independent individual.
No one should forcibly suppress her will and make her do anything.
If his younger sister wanted to lie flat, then let her. If she wanted to strive forward, then help her as much as possible. Anything was fine.
The Immortal Sect was the same now.
The Immortal Sect was the Supreme Great Sun Sword Immortal's homeland, the place that had nurtured his birth and growth. It too was an irreplaceable family member.
What the Immortal Sect wanted, what its citizens wanted—let them do as they wished.
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