The mist drifting on the mountain path always reminded Zhao Shu of the beam of light cast down from the factory's height.
He had learned in class how plants grow, how cattle and sheep breed, how to express his thoughts through language and writing, or calculate the quantity of different items using numbers.
But no one ever told him what else, besides the sun, moon, stars, and flames, could emit such bright and stable light.
It wasn't until this moment that Zhao Shu realized how little he knew about the leader.
Until now, he always thought the new leader wasn't much different from the original tribe's leaders, just more knowledgeable and living in more luxurious houses.
That was precisely why he dared to execute that bold plan.
Now, thinking of that beam of light, the words spoken by Sunday, and the temple built in the distance along with the majestic statue inside, he felt uncertain.
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