The crowd was seething with excitement, their momentum soaring!
The more envious everyone had been of the aristocratic clans before, the more they despised them now.
Even Ju Shou, himself a son of an aristocratic clan, felt ashamed in front of Zhuge Liang.
The Zhuge Family's Langya Commandery was right by the sea. Their family had always prided itself on its profound learning, knowing astronomy above and geography below, yet they had never once thought about how to reclaim the coastal land.
Gan Ning, who was also a son of an aristocratic clan, was different. He felt incomparably proud—proud that he had abandoned his status as the eldest legitimate son and resolutely gone out to become a river pirate.
Looking at it now, he was clearly the kind of person who dared to pioneer, refused to accept the status quo, and pursued a magnificent life. Otherwise, why would he have longed for the sea?
This was what it meant for people of the same kind to gather together and things of the same kind to follow one another. Otherwise, how would he have ended up joining Wang Xuan's side?
Everyone present had their own thoughts, but without exception, they were all excited—for that invisible future, and for the chance to create history.
Well, there was still one exception: Chen Qun, standing there with his face shifting between green and red.
To be honest, he was also young, with youth and passion in his veins. But his family education and his knowledge as a son of a top aristocratic clan had taught him that saying something was easy, while doing it was difficult.
Could it be that among all the aristocratic clans under heaven, not a single one had ever thought of what Wang Xuan was saying?
Of course not. Many