Zhang Xing could hardly describe what he felt-whether it was mockery, pity, or simply regret... Taking it a step further, as Zhang Laosan from the Northern Wasteland, a man who made his living making ice, he hardly had any right to point fingers at the patriarch of a distinguished clan who was also a Great Grandmaster. The man had lived a splendid enough life.
Still, there was no denying that this Great Grandmaster who shared his surname stirred feelings strong enough to make him sigh inwardly.
As for the reason, it could not have been clearer-this Great Grandmaster surnamed Zhang had taken such a sound path. Whether by stumbling onto it or sensing that supposedly elusive will of Heaven, this Great Grandmaster, who had wielded a spear in battle in his youth, abandoned martial pursuits for scholarly ones in middle age, and established his life's work in his later years, had chosen the broadest, most promising road of any Great Grandmaster.
A comparison of the two worlds made it clear: this world truly lacked a teacher for all ages who taught without discrimination.
Never mind how much merit of this kind the Azure Emperor had unwittingly claimed. Even conceding ten thousand steps, being born into this era of transition from hereditary aristocratic houses to lesser clans and humble families,
so long as one broke free of the Zhang Clan's confines, stepped out into the world, held fast to teaching without discrimination, and spread cultivation and learning to a certain extent, surely a divine seat beside the Azure Emperor or Lord White Emperor would be waiting, whatever happened?
Not to mention that this world truly lacked a teacher for all ages who could draw together the hundred schools and unite scholarly and martial learning.
Summarize it all, organize it all, then