Teaching without discrimination was well and good, but for such a vast sect, with disciples by the tens of thousands, how could it be managed without rules?
At this thought, Zhao Gongming sighed.
He had originally been transformed from a wisp of clear wind between Heaven and Earth, carefree by nature, yearning for freedom and unfettered ease.
Tedious religious affairs and complicated interpersonal matters truly could not stir the slightest interest in him.
He could help. He could also take action.
But if he was made to manage the disciples in a rigid, methodical fashion, he knew he could not do it.
Since he was unwilling to do it, he had no grounds to criticize Duobao's arrangements.
As the thought turned through his mind, Zhao Gongming looked at Yun Biao and took the initiative to change the subject:
"Now that we are in the midst of the Investiture Cataclysm, you did not come to my door of your own accord merely to play chess, did you?"
"Of course not." Yun Biao leaned forward slightly. "I came to bring you a piece of news."
A hint of interest appeared in Zhao Gongming's eyes. "Interesting.
Our two sects have had constant conflicts along the Eastern Region coast.
Perhaps because the Investiture is approaching, your Literary Sect has made fewer moves.
What sort of news could make you come here to inform me personally?"
Yun Biao said slowly, "The Qin State and the Three Jin Allied Forces are facing each other at Hangu Pass.
I remember that you and King Wuling of Zhao still have a bit of karma between you."
Zhao Gongming laughed and shook his head. "It doesn't count as any great karma.
It was merely that when I was traveling, I happened to meet that young friend and gave him