Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3829: An Answer
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 246: What are you Waiting For?
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 324: Flying Seeds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1173- Crystal Pillar rankings
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1172- Sky Monument Path
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 945: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (3)
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 17
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 620: The Young Man in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3828: Investigation
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 323: How Many Things Live Inside His Heart?
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 245: Present
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1171- Three abilties
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 944: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (2)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1170- King pearls
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 16
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 32: The First Trade
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 619: Old Monk in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3827: Discarded
Chapter 1322: First Buds, the Opening of the Minds of the People! (II)
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
The vast crowd of protestors numbered more than one hundred thousand.
No one noticed that in a house not far from the protesting crowds, a young man of twelve or thirteen was holding a sword and earnestly training within the narrow confines of a small yard.
"Zhao Wu, why are you still practicing? Don't you see that everyone is out marching to make their voices heard? Even Master Zhu has said that the Great Tang should not have too many wars. Let's go! Stop practicing and come with us to join the marches!"
Another young man quickly went to pull at Zhao Wu, but Zhao Wu quickly shook him off.
"You guys go. Don't disturb me!"
Zhao Wu's face was indifferent as he spoke and continued to practice with his sword.
"Zhao Wu, the Great Tang is at peace with all the foreign countries. There are no enemies to fight, and the soldiers of the various protectorates haven't seen enemies in ages. Even if you practice your martial arts, what's the point? You should just play around with us. Don't you see that we've all stopped practicing martial arts?"
Another youth came up to pull on him.
From their expressions, it was apparent that these youths were all friends.
"It's your own business if you want to give up, but one day, you'll realize that I was right!"
Zhao Wu once more shook off the hand and continued to practice with his sword. Even if no one understood him, this empire needed people who would still do the right thing, and it was proper for a true man to persevere in their own path. This was also the respect he showed for that King of Foreign Lands who he most revered.
"Idiot!"
"Let him be! Forget about him!"
The two softly cursed before turning and leaving.
There was not just one voice in the world. While many people were outside marching in protest, others were using their own methods to express their support. While countless had given up on 'Might Makes Right' and were throwing them in piles to
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