That was what everyone thought, of course, but no one dared say it unless they no longer wanted to live.
After a long while, Incense Master Chen spoke. "My lord, this humble one only wants to live well. As for enemies, they are naturally those hypocritical and vicious people of the righteous path. As for friends, they are of course my brothers of the Saintly Teaching..."
By the end, he felt a little guilty.
Brothers of the Saintly Teaching did not include the sect leader.
"Mm, not bad. What about the rest of you?" Wenren Sheng continued.
With someone taking the lead, the others grew a little bolder.
They also wanted to leave a strong impression on Wenren Sheng. That way, the next time someone was knocking watermelons, they could borrow his authority to escape alive from the sect leader.
Some said they lived for wealth and glory; their enemy was Squire XX, and their friends were sworn brothers.
Some said they lived to cultivate even higher martial arts; their enemies were martial arts manuals they could not understand, and their friends were all kinds of medicinal ingredients.
In short, everyone had something different to say.
Zhao Han began to understand. She knew what her teacher intended to do.
He was trying to win over a core group and establish a manpower base.
But these people were clearly not the oppressed. They could not possibly rise up to overthrow and transform this world.
They all knew martial arts. They were all beneficiaries, all oppressors from the middle and upper strata.
But she quickly realized that she had been too naive...
Wenren Sheng rose from his seat and walked down, patting each person on the shoulder. "Living well, wealth and glory, becoming the greatest under heaven—you are all very honest..."
After