Luo You left the palace. Reshaping a school of thought from its roots was no easy task, and he still needed to plan carefully. If he ended up splitting the Confucian School apart right now, the losses would outweigh the gains.
Luo Chang brought his younger paternal cousin Luo Li to Luo State's Repository of Classics. The moment they pushed open the door and stepped inside, a heavy smell of oil greeted them. This repository was one of the reasons Luo State's Academy could attract countless talented people.
Somewhat puzzled, Luo Li asked, "Elder brother, why have you brought me here? My branch still belongs to the ruling house. It isn't time for us to branch off yet, so we don't need books passed down to us."
When descendants of the ruling house lost their Sacred Marks and branched off, the Head House bestowed books to help them make their way in the world, along with substantial assets.
Hearing this, Luo Chang laughed and scolded him. "You brat. If you want to branch off, go to the Ancestral Temple and request an audience with our ancestor. I imagine your wish could be granted."
Luo Li chuckled, and Luo Chang grew serious. "I brought you here because Uncle is currently laying plans for the Confucian School. But that alone isn't enough. The Way of the King encompasses a myriad of things. How could a mere Confucian School sum it all up?
"The Dao De Jing that Laozi wrote all those years ago also embodies the Way of the King-even the Way of Heaven, which stands in a more invincible position than the Confucian School."
With Luo State's accumulated foundations, it naturally could not limit itself to controlling just the Confucian School. Moreover, although Confucian thought was one form of the Way