This clash of ideals was never going to be resolved with words, and Su Zhou, who had started the argument, found himself a mere spectator.
He remained where he was, watching the group of migrants depart. Su Zhou couldn't help but frown, not just because of those who had chosen to abandon this land, but also because of the oath sworn by the Hundred Schools' Righteous Army.
'These people are true idealists. I have to admire them. You could even say they're the perfect, idealized version of my own half-baked heroic fantasies... My own incomplete ideas are barely a shadow, while they've been following a complete doctrine for decades.'
He murmured to himself, 'But idealism can only last so long before reality wins out. Immortality... immortality... On that point alone, those migrant Martial Artists were right.'
