The Unseen Power of Dripping Water

Zhuge Liang roughly flipped through several volumes and found the annotations generally of an exceptionally high standard. The classics from the pre-Qin era had acquired modern interpretations here.

"With such a vast library at Guangzhou Academy, do you intend to fill every shelf someday?" Zhuge Liang asked a question from the depths of his soul.

Lan Tian nodded lightly. "I hope to finish within ten years."

"If talent continues flowing into Guangzhou, it may not even take ten years. Perhaps seven or eight will be enough," Zhao Shuang analyzed with a nod.

Hearing their answers, Zhuge Liang knew they were not boasting. He sighed with feeling. "How fortunate are the students of Guangzhou Academy. Students can already enter official service through examinations, yet Ziyu is still amassing new books on such a grand scale. It seems you have other plans as well."

"I once explained this to the king. In this world, there are armies one can see and armies one cannot; armies of utmost hardness beneath heaven, capable of shattering anything; and armies of utmost softness beneath heaven, moistening all things without a sound. Our books are armies that moisten all things without a sound." Lan Tian nodded, answering solemnly.

Lan Tian's words carried profound meaning. Zhao Yun, Liu Xi, Zhao Shuang, and the others traveling with them could not fully understand them. Even Zhuge Liang, the cleverest among them, only grasped them vaguely. He curiously pressed on, "Ziyu sees books as soldiers? What a world-shaking statement. Could you explain more clearly and resolve Liang's confusion?"

"Please enlighten us, sir." Liu Xi and Zhao Shuang also cupped their hands in salute.

Lan Tian said seriously, "When the First Emperor unified the realm, he implemented the policy of standardizing the written script. That policy united the cultures of Huaxia's peoples,