Burn the books that plunged the world into chaos.
Burn the books that passed down the shamans' traditions.
Those few words sent some of the more timid ministers shuddering.
Even Shang Rong and the other Three-Dynasty Veteran Officials, for all their experience, found them hard to stomach.
Who did not know how influential the shamans were?
If they actually did this, the curses would probably pursue them beyond the grave.
The ministers rushed to remonstrate. As the instigator, King Zhou would certainly be cursed, but if they failed to advise him against it, they would fare no better.
"Enough." Zi Shou shattered the table with a slap, sending fruit and snacks rolling across the floor.
His gaze swept across the hall, and many people involuntarily shivered.
"If we do not burn these books, the shamans will continue to bewitch the people and throw the court into disorder. Only by severing their traditions can the nation and its state altars know peace!"
Zi Shou made it sound grand and righteous.
He only needed to announce the book burning. The court ministers had the right to know, not the authority to carry it out.
He had already secretly ordered the Dark Phoenix Guard to collect books related to shamans. Was he supposed to fear someone cutting him off halfway?
All he had to do was pile the books somewhere and set them alight. He needed nobody's permission.
He had deliberately mentioned it before the ministers merely to broaden its impact and speed up the spread of the news.
The ministers were deeply uneasy. Shamans represented divine authority, so King Zhou, who held royal authority, being hostile toward them was actually quite normal.
It was just that King Zhou's methods were a little too radical. At first, he had merely talked about it.