Fu Tinghan showed no change in expression at Xiahou Yan's sarcastic criticisms. He clasped his hands and bowed, but as he departed, he questioned them, "The South is temporarily stable, but ten or twenty years from now, can it remain so? By then, the two of you may no longer be here, but your descendants will still be, and the people of this world cannot just disappear. Haven't you ever thought of ending this chaotic era, instead of letting it continue in turmoil for generations?"
Xiahou Yan was so incensed that his beard seemed to fly off. Seeing the two actually leave, he turned his head angrily towards Zhang Xie, "What does he mean by this? Does he think this chaos is of my choosing? We neither caused this turmoil, nor can we end it. What does it have to do with us?"
Zhang Xie, however, murmured to himself, "The rise and fall of a nation is the responsibility of every man."
Xiahou Yan: ...
