When Zhang Xing returned home that day, he felt somewhat uneasy.
It was not the shock of "too late" or "something big"... He had long anticipated this, or he would not have rushed about seeking office. Even though events had come too swiftly and urgently, abruptly scuttling his efforts, they had not affected him unduly.
What truly unsettled Zhang Xing was that moment when he had laid his hand on his saber.
At that moment, brief though it had been, his killing intent had been undeniable... And that reaction was far too dangerous.
Over these two years, Zhang Xing had personally witnessed the Great Wei Dynasty's major military defeat and discovered the grassroots social conflicts, regional conflicts, and class conflicts that had never eased in the slightest. He had also personally seen how the hairy sage's twisted personality and ugly show of outward strength masking inner weakness had aggravated the conflicts within the ruling class. He had long realized that Great Wei was indeed doomed, indeed about to stage that classic collapse in its second reign.
Since Great Wei was going to collapse, and since he intended to go out into the provinces and stir up trouble, there was no need to get angry for nothing over things he had long foreseen, over people who, moreover, could be found anywhere. Still less was there any need to pay a price for such people.
Yet at that moment, Zhang Xing's anger had still flared, and he had still been unable to keep his hand from his saber.
It was neither rational nor worthwhile.
If he really acted that way, there would be no end to the people he had to kill.
But that night, Zhang Xing, who had always liked self-examination, could not help turning that examination back on itself. If