Liu Xiang's arrival came as a tremendous shock to the people of the Hundred Schools in the city.
Had he come alone, it would have been fine. His learning spanned Confucianism and Legalism, he understood Daoism and Mohism, and he had scholarly friends in every school.
But he had brought the greater part of the Qin-Jin Legalist School with him. None of the schools had expected that.
How did he dare?
It was no less explosive than the little mustache standing in the Kremlin to deliver a speech about his struggle.
Although the Luo Clan had always been tolerant of ideas and never condemned anyone for their words so long as they took no concrete action, there were countless scholars of other schools in this city, as well as countless ordinary people.
A mouthful of spit from each person would have drowned those few Legalists!
Prejudice in people's hearts was like a great mountain. Given the Qin-Jin Legalist School's glorious achievements, persuading the Hundred Schools to set their prejudices aside would have been harder than ascending to heaven.
Liu Xiang had known all along that this would happen, but he did not care. Instead, he smiled at those who had followed him here. "This is the reputation the Legalist School now has throughout All Under Heaven. How can we speak of winning merit and establishing careers with such heavy shackles on our backs?
"If we cannot break with our mistaken past, how can we win a bright future?"
When the Qin-Jin Legalist School came under verbal attack, they merely replied, "The classics we study concern not methods of control, but Xingming Law. You may have come to the wrong people."
This was equivalent to a Mengist Confucian saying that the classic he studied was not Mengzi, but Discourse on the