Li Tonghai used the matter to teach his son a lesson, then began mulling over the matter of the titles.
These titles were not handed out casually. Some of them, especially, were tied to fate and fortune. If one's virtue did not match one's position, disaster was sure to follow.
Divine Martial could be called the very pinnacle of martial prowess, while Sacred Flourishing was the very source of letters and learning. One civil, one martial—Li Tonghai could not help pondering what Zhao Cheng was truly trying to accomplish with this move.
After all, Zhao Cheng's cultivation in the Dao was now unparalleled throughout all antiquity and the present. Even the two patriarchs of Daoism and Buddhism had not matched him when they walked the mortal world.
And the two people Zhao Cheng had now granted titles to were both extraordinary people who had descended from beyond Heaven.
If Zhao Cheng had bestowed merely ordinary titles, that would have been one thing. But granting these two titles clearly meant he had something in mind.
Still, Li Tonghai was not a Daoist. Though he had read many Daoist scriptures, he had never entered the Dao himself. No matter how many scriptures he read, it was ultimately like viewing flowers through a mist. After pondering for a while without gaining any clue, Li Tonghai simply stopped thinking about it.
His attempt to discern Zhao Cheng's intentions was merely instinct.
As a minister serving an emperor, handling the emperor's affairs and reading the emperor's mind were basic skills.
Compared with the matter of titles, the more pressing issue before him was preparing the trade routes. Since ancient times, commerce had always been deemed a lowly profession. Among the ranks of high and low, noble and base, the lower an industry was considered, the