Zhang Jue sat down, and the carriage began swaying its way forward again.
Ahead lay verdant mountains, clear waters, suffering unseen by the great figures in Luoyang, and the fundamental reason behind the Way of Great Peace's flourishing prosperity.
There was a good line in The King of Beggars: if everyone under heaven lived and worked in peace and contentment, there would be no beggars, and no need to worry about the Beggars' Sect growing powerful.
If everyone under heaven had enough to eat and warm clothes to wear, there would be no need to worry about the common people raising poles in revolt.
The Way of Great Peace could grow and flourish because the world was too dark. The common people did not even know whom to blame; everyone seemed to be at fault, yet everyone was innocent.
They risked their lives to kill the subordinate officials who exploited them in their fury, only for the new subordinate officials to keep doing the same, even at the risk of being killed.
Recalling the scene just now, Luo Xiao said with a smile, "Julu, your Talismanic Water Art is growing ever more refined.
"Count everyone under heaven, and there cannot be many True Adepts of the Dao like you."
There was no pride on Zhang Jue's face. Instead, he shook his head and said, "What True Adept of the Dao? At best, I cannot attain everlasting life; at worst, I cannot bring peace to the world. These are merely insignificant miscellaneous arts.
"Your ancestor Sage King Zhao, Ziling-he was a true adept of the Dao, a god among men, able to command wind and rain and wield thunder. If I had such abilities, perhaps I really could bring peace to the world."
Luo Xiao said nothing at that. Sage King