Ji Zhao was still deep in slumber. This sleep had lasted far too long, and he showed not the slightest sign of waking. But the Hundred Schools of Thought were simply too important, and through some unseen connection, he still sent a hazy message to his descendants.
The Great Canon Luo State intended to compile would gather the teachings of the Hundred Schools of Thought in a single net, encompassing everything and accommodating all, especially those theories that stood in direct opposition to one another. Those were the most precious things of all.
These theories, each reasonable in its own right yet sharply opposed to the others, could enable people to face all manner of circumstances without heading straight down the extreme path of either one or the other.
"Starting with Master Guan, include everything written by every sage and worthy over these past several centuries. Not just the Confucian, Daoist, Mohist, and Legalist Schools, but the learning of those smaller schools as well. Include it all.
"Also proclaim to the Luo Clan Descendants that, from this day onward, new learning must continually be added, making this a canon handed down through the ages, so that the descendants of All Xia, millions upon millions of years from now, can still behold the wisdom of the sages of countless years before."
Looking at the ring on his hand, Luo Chang said with feeling, "Without the Luo Clan's tireless collecting, who knows how many precious historical works would have been lost in centuries of warfare.
"Historical works are the roots of the people of All Xia. With them, we can know where we came from and what our ancestors did, passing their dazzling glory down for later generations to boast of."
Within the palace, the faces of the Luo State Ruling House