Xiao He was quite pleased with this sweeping rectification campaign.
Now that he held the ultimate authority, he certainly didn't want a swarm of parasites using his name to prey on the innocent and commit all manner of evil in the shadows.
Absolute purity was an illusion. Within his limited reach, Zhao Rui could only trace the corruption to its source and restore a semblance of justice to the world.
When he was weaker, he could only go with the flow of society and acquiesce to the whims of human nature.
Even in his past life, no matter how rich or powerful one became, there were always things beyond one's control.
But this was the age of the Martial Dao—an age where a single word could shatter all techniques, where a single palm strike could sunder mountains and rivers.
Those who submitted, prospered. Those who resisted, perished.
With a single thought, Zhao Rui could make planets shatter and the starry sky collapse.
