Not long after the carriage, two horses, and seven people departed, the old man who had been sitting quietly finally spoke.
"Sir, you have read Heretical Teachings. What are your thoughts on it?"
Thoughts? Ji Yuan's first reaction was naturally that it was enjoyable, interesting, and educational. But saying that aloud would hardly be appropriate. And while the book was indeed good, some parts still felt rather awkward.
He looked down and happened to return to the section on Water Marsh Spirits that he had accidentally flipped to earlier. Presumably, the old man had caught sight of it as well.
Thinking of some of the book's contents, the most glaring part was its deep-seated hostility toward demons.
Take flood dragons, for instance. There was nothing particularly wrong with it at first glance. The passages about Great Flood Dragon's Water Journey did indeed carry the suspicion of bringing disaster upon the common people, and there was even less need to mention those that committed evil.
Yet when the book spoke of flood dragons bringing blessings by making Clouds and Rain, it might superficially call such acts "good." But if anything went wrong during it—for instance, if a young flood dragon rode the clouds unsteadily and its tail whipped up a tornado that swept down several homes—the sense that "a demon is still a demon" became obvious between the lines.
And that was merely a small portion of the book. There were certainly many similar passages throughout. In the words of his previous life, the author lacked a certain degree of objectivity.
Under normal circumstances, that would not affect whether a book was enjoyable or not. Had Ji Yuan not been so engrossed that he forgot to eat and sleep while reading it? But now that someone had asked, that awkward feeling