Liu Jing's promise carried real weight. Li Qingqiu truly did need the next ruler to make such a guarantee.
Li Qingqiu wasn't an absolute saint. He could consider the people of the world, but the sect's interests came first. So long as Qingxiao Sect's interests were secured, he was willing to let his benevolence reach the people.
Of course, what moved him most was the Fate of Sacred Heart Benevolence. It proved that Liu Jing truly could become a benevolent ruler.
"Why should I trust you, and why should I support you? It would be easier for me to help someone else become emperor than to help you."
Li Qingqiu fixed his gaze on Liu Jing and spoke calmly.
Liu Jing gritted his teeth. "I don't trust any of the feudal lords in this land. I trust only you and myself. You really have saved many people, and under your guidance, Qingxiao Sect has flourished with a chivalrous spirit. Before this, I thought Zhu Xian was a worthy ruler. He could sweep across the land, and he could love the people as if they were his own children. But he died, while the other lords only know how to indulge themselves. None of them can become a worthy ruler, much less a sage ruler."
"I don't know how capable I am, but I know what I want. If I held great power, I know what I would do."
"Sect Master, Lord Zhu's death was so unjust! He could have died in battle or of illness, but he absolutely shouldn't have died at the hands of his own general. It's absurd. It proves that not one of the people under Lord Zhu was a worthy talent!"
At the mention of Zhu Xian, tears streamed down Liu Jing's face as he spoke.