These words were borrowed almost wholesale from Emperor Taizong of Tang, Li Shimin's comparison of the ruler and his people to a boat and the water beneath it. In the Great Chu World, it was already an old refrain.
But to Li Zhi, they struck like a thunderbolt. Problems he had been unable to untangle suddenly became clear.
Wasn't that exactly it?
Once the seemingly harmless captives before him had been stirred up, their frenzy had been terrifying. Even now, the memory left Li Zhi shaken.
Yet once calm returned, those same people became the most honest, unresisting commoners...
Li Zhi was beginning to understand why Tang Changsheng dared keep hundreds of thousands of captives in Flying Goose Pass without fearing trouble.
Still, he could not understand why they seemed to bear Tang Changsheng no hatred. Even when they mentioned the battle at Flying Goose Pass, they spoke as though it had nothing to do with them...
Tang Changsheng, however, understood. "The people haven't awakened yet," he murmured.
"What did you say, Celestial Master?" Li Zhi asked, having failed to catch his words.
Tang Changsheng shook his head and said no more. There was little to gain by delving into the matter, especially from their position...
Yet it left him with a vague sense of understanding. No wonder the Eastern Glory World had accumulated such a deep Grievance Aura within the Human Way. If it erupted into the flames of calamity, even Immortals would fear it.
But he was not yet in a position to decide such matters. There was no use dwelling on them.
Every successful person was a realist! First, one had to handle what lay at hand. Thinking too far ahead helped nothing.
Of course, a pure realist could only ever achieve ordinary success.
Those who accomplished