The various measures Jing Kingdom had implemented for compulsory education enraged some scholars. They began denouncing Jing Kingdom's officials on the Discourse Ranking, demanding that the Jing Kingdom Grand Secretariat severely punish them.
Yet from beginning to end, the Jing Kingdom Grand Secretariat did not punish a single person over this.
This matter was like an Anti-Thug Campaign. Innocents would inevitably be swept up during its implementation, but carrying out the policy itself was not wrong.
Bearing the burden of infamy and pressing onward was the duty of every generation of reformers.
Those who created history, who led their race forward, could never be harmless nice people. If they were, then either no one had discovered the methods they used in the shadows, or they had not truly created history.
Though people had denounced Fang Yun and Jing Kingdom from beginning to end, no scions of prominent families or Great Scholars opposed them again.
The sages had never openly voiced opposition.
Because the strengthening of Jing Kingdom's National Fortune and the Human Race's Sacred Way was the most convincing proof.
Zhengde County, Fang Yun's fief.
This place lay near Demon-Grinding Mountain, where earthquakes were frequent and the population sparse.
Everyone believed Zhengde County's frequent earthquakes were connected to Demon-Grinding Mountain.
At noon that day, a blue-robed young man entered the county city and walked slowly through it.
Strangely, not a single person could see the blue-robed young man.
He appeared to be taking a leisurely stroll through a courtyard, but each step actually covered a hundred zhang. He soon traversed the entire city, then sped around Zhengde County in ever-widening circles.
In the end, the blue-robed young man stopped in a small mountain hollow, joy appearing on his face.
"So it ended up here."
The blue-robed young man reached out