As he presented the token, Zhao Zhitong glanced around out of the corners of his eyes.
He noticed that the only people in Qingyun Prefecture were Chen Mu, Li Chengzun, Mo Yuan, and a man chopping firewood beside the Kitchen wall.
That left only one possible truth.
The person who had just been teaching Li Chengzun and Mo Yuan the profound mysteries of the Confucian Dao was undoubtedly Chen Mu!
Even Great Confucians of this caliber had to listen to his teachings?
Yet Zhao Zhitong had also heard what Chen Mu taught, and it absolutely deserved to be called the pinnacle of the Confucian Dao.
He could not question it. He lacked the grounds.
"Actually, regarding the Three Thousand Scrolls of the Grand Confucian..."
Chen Mu then told Zhao Zhitong everything: his entry into the Three Thousand Scrolls of the Grand Confucian, what had happened between him, Li Chengzun, and Mo Yuan, and the collapse of the Pocket World.
He had thought that, even if Zhao Zhitong said nothing, resentment would inevitably linger in his heart and show in his eyes.
Who could have imagined that, after hearing him out, Zhao Zhitong would say, "It is an honor for people like us to sacrifice a mere copy of the Three Thousand Scrolls of the Grand Confucian if it can make even a modest contribution to reviving the Confucian Dao!"
"Thank you, Great Emperor, for giving me such an opportunity."
Chen Mu could easily see how sincere Zhao Zhitong was.
"I destroyed your collateral without your permission. Whether judged by sentiment or reason, that was unjustifiable. Tell me, what compensation would you like? As long as it isn't excessive, I can consider it." Chen Mu did not want to give anyone grounds to criticize him.
"I humbly ask that you allow