Inside the Spirit Hall.
Master and I kept gazing at the row of memorial portraits.
Actually, I could take in what Master had just said, even though I still could not understand why Grandmaster had to let Zhang Rong and Xiang Yifeng die for some reason.
But I knew that at his age, Grandmaster had weathered countless storms, and the skills he had learned bordered on supernatural powers. He must have had a sound reason for arranging things this way.
Compared with Zhang Rong and Xiang Yifeng, I had been at Qingyang Temple for less than a year. Yet even with me, Grandmaster had left many instructions before departing, telling me how to walk the road ahead safely.
If he treated even me that way, how could Grandmaster bear to let his own two children die so horribly?
I accepted what Master said. I just could not accept that those seven people I had seen every day had suddenly become a row of cold memorial portraits.
"The Mohist School once had a Juzi named Meng Sheng, who was born in the middle of the Warring States period."
Master suddenly began speaking, seemingly to himself. "To stop a war, Meng Sheng led 182 Mohists to defend the Chu State against invading enemies. The situation was critical. Knowing he would be defeated and could no longer help the Chu State hold the city, Meng Sheng decided to go to his death."
"His disciples tried to dissuade him, arguing that, with things as they were, dying would not change the outcome. It would also inflict devastating losses on the Mohist School and might even 'wipe the Mohists from the world.' But Meng Sheng said that he had promised to help the Chu State defend the city. Now that he could not hold it,