"So by your reasoning, the court should not use public works to provide disaster relief, should not repair river channels or build irrigation works, and should certainly not improve technology..."
After hearing Black Ox's words, Qiu Yan still shook his head. Disappointment showed on his face. Looking at everyone present and seeing their expressions of utter certainty, he finally realized that these people before him were utterly unworthy of any expectations.
"Forget it. Looking at you, there is indeed not the slightest value in cultivating you. Everything you say is merely a tool for your own interests. Even your desire for amnesty may not contain a shred of sincerity. Since that is so, although this trip of mine may seem to have yielded nothing, proving this much is already enough."
As soon as Qiu Yan said this, Black Ox, standing before him, froze, surprise flashing through his eyes. Behind Black Ox, the chief leader shuddered in alarm, realizing that events had changed beyond his expectations and were turning toward an unforeseeable outcome.
Yet at the same time, the conversation between them stirred the thoughts of everyone in the stronghold. Amplified and linked by the formation diagrams spread across the mountain, the thoughts of these martial world people connected with the Fortune of those related to them throughout the land. A vast vortex of Fortune slowly brewed, gathering from every corner of the realm! But this Fortune did not converge upon the chief leader as he had intended. Instead, it swayed and shifted like a candle flame in the wind, with no telling where it would settle.
Qiu Yan's successive words had shaken the thoughts of the martial world people in the stronghold and shattered that fevered emotion. The focus upon which their gathered thoughts rested was no longer clear, creating