"To hone the blade, how could I shrink from toil? At dawn I opened the case, and the jade dragon roared. In my hand, its spirit was three feet of ice; upon the stone, its vigor was a serpent. Traitors' blood silently drained away with the flowing stream; vicious tyrants vanished now with the fading stains. Level the injustices of this floating world, and together we shall ascend the ninefold heavens..."
This Golden Core Upper Cultivator expounded on the sword, demonstrating as he spoke, Sword Qi sweeping freely in every direction.
Under the master of ceremonies' guidance, Golden Core Upper Cultivators of the Dao of Alchemy, the Sword Dao, the Dao of Formation, and more took the pavilion platform one after another, displaying their Divine Abilities, lotus blossoms spilling from their eloquent tongues. The restless hearts of the thousands of Three Heavens Realms disciples slowly began to settle. Their fierce momentum, their vow to overturn outdated rules and rotten customs, faded, and they gradually returned to what was most fundamental to cultivators.
How did one quell restless impatience? First grind it down, then guide it, then wear it out.
"If they keep talking, these people will probably forget why they came here, won't they? This must be the Minister of War Prefecture's idea. Those fellows are best at these bureaucratic tricks, and they've refined them to perfection. This Master of Ceremonies Lu is one of the prefecture's experts in that field."
Zong Qian was privately dissatisfied, but dissatisfaction was all he could manage. His standing was low and his words carried little weight. They could not contend with the Minister of War Prefecture over institutional matters like this, nor was there anywhere to argue their case.
Wang Mian said too, "That's how reform goes. Your blood boils when you first