"Fools, the lot of them!"
Li Guanyi smirked and let out a long sigh. He wanted to take this group of people under his wing, but he felt that if he did, something within him would be lost forever.
Li Guanyi considered himself to be an awkward and stubborn person.
Obviously, by turning a blind eye and abandoning some principles, he could gain great benefits, and no one would care. Yet, just at the critical moment, he hesitated and couldn't bring himself to do it.
"But I am unwilling."
Li Guanyi muttered to himself.
Blending with the dust, one might inadvertently fall into complicity.
He reached out to pinch his brow, then touched the wooden hairpin used to tie his hair, and then pressed inside his sleeve the bamboo slips written by Mr. Wang Tong. In addition to those names he had removed, there was also a scroll written by Mr. Wang Tong himself, "The Twelve Strategies of Taiping."
Zu Wenyuan, Wang Tong.
