Tan Jize looked at the old writer before him. He knew, of course, that the old gentleman had become immersed in his own world of creation, averaging less than five hours of sleep a night lately. He could also sense that the man's spirits were still as high as those of a young man full of hopes for the future.
How was this anything like a swordsmith? He was clearly a young man who had found a divine sword and was ready to set off on a journey to slay a dragon!
"You've finally finished?"
"More or less. It's a first draft of Part One, anyway. Of course, I'll need to let young Yu Lian have a look." Mr. Qi smiled. "In this work, On the Origin, I plan to analyze the class structure of present-day society through the origins of various nations' histories, conflicts between civilizations and religions, and factional conflicts among psychics. Only then will I offer my final discussion of productive forces and social systems. For now, I've only finished the sections on history and conflicts between ethnic civilizations. I still have a long way to go."
Tan Jize opened the document Mr. Qi had sent him. Just one glance at the table of contents made his blood pressure shoot up, as if he had just eaten an entire tube of mustard. A chill seemed to seep from every pore in his body. Yet it didn't reach his vital organs; instead, it set his mind and soul ablaze.
Caught between extremes of cold and heat, Tan Jize was speechless for a moment. He flipped through a few more pages, then gave a wry smile. "I used to think I was already a lawless, anti-establishment rebel to the core. But, sir, what you're overturning... might be the most