Jiang Ding and Yuan discussed many matters together.
Matters of the Immortal Dao, matters of the Immortal Sect—True Immortal Heir did not care much about many of them, nor did he intend to force the Immortal Sect to operate according to his will. All of this was the citizens' freedom.
There were too many subordinates and prodigies under a True Immortal Heir's command to count. He lacked nothing.
These prodigies were loyal, outstanding in talent and aptitude, and fierce in battle. So long as they could always be kept suppressed, their loyalty would never change, and there would be no future trouble.
By comparison, the feelings of citizens were far more precious.
At that moment, Supreme Great Sun Sword Immortal Maiden thought of his younger sister.
Back then, his sister Jiang Yuan had been the same. She had her own choices. Sometimes she wanted to indulge in pleasure, claiming it was her nature, saying that life lasted no more than a hundred years and one should seize the day. She had a whole self-contained set of crooked arguments. Other times, she wanted to cultivate, fearful of life slipping away.
Supreme Great Sun Sword Immortal Maiden had respected all of that.
His sister was an independent individual.
No one should forcibly suppress her will and make her do anything.
If his sister wanted to lie flat, he would let her. If she wanted to strive forward, he would help her as much as possible. Anything was fine.
Now, the Immortal Sect was the same.
The Immortal Sect was Supreme Great Sun Sword Immortal Maiden's homeland, the place that had nurtured his birth and growth. It too was family he could never sever himself from.
What the Immortal Sect wanted, what its citizens wanted—let them have it.
Many old friends awakened