Xu Qing sincerely hopes that the Recovery Society will not become a faction in the future.
Just like managing water, blocking can never solve the fundamental problem.
But he also knows that this hope will definitely be in vain.
However, there is no need to worry excessively about such matters.
Because even if the Recovery Society blocks the path for outsiders to rise, new upper and lower classes will form internally. Without external pressure, internal conflict will still occur, and then it will collapse, crumble, transform into spring mud, nurturing new forces, endlessly...
Xu Qing's gaze leisurely falls on the silted river sand. The silt in the water is not entirely useless, it just depends on how it is utilized.
As more and more river sand is dredged by the sand-digging boats,
a terrifying tremor appears deep within the river channel.
A bold, fierce, and heroic aura emerges.
In front of Xu Qing, the Weiyang Sword floats in mid-air.
