There were plenty of people surnamed Tang. The Tang Family I had offended was surnamed Tang too.
But with so many coincidences happening at once, this went beyond coincidence.
The main thing was that descendants of the Mohist School were extremely rare. Strictly speaking, whether it was Tang Fangxian, my Patriarch, or even my Grandmaster, they should only count as inheritors of the Mohist School.
To count as descendants, they had to be Mozi's descendants and bear the surname Mo.
"Shen Zhiyi and Gou Dan might have ended up in such a miserable state because their father committed too many sins."
Zhuge Ming lowered his voice. "This is the cycle of karma arising naturally from the Heavenly Dao. If we save these two siblings, will we end up shouldering a huge karmic burden...? After all, their father didn't just murder the people of two villages. He was also a major traitor to the country. Who knows how many of his compatriots Shen Siwei got killed?"
Zhang Rong glared at him. "Weren't you fucking shouting your head off about saving them? Now you're worried about karma?"
"We grew up in Daoist temples, steeped in Taoist teachings as well as Mohist thought. We couldn't see something like this and refuse to help. Who knew their father was that kind of scum...?"
"Besides, if Heaven hadn't wanted us to save them, we were in our own time and space back then. We could simply have missed our chance."
"Since Heaven let us back in, this must be its own intention. Just save them and stop thinking so much."
With that, we stood up and walked toward the siblings.
Both of them had been badly frightened earlier, but they seemed to have recovered a little now.
Shen Zhiyi sat curled up in a corner,