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Chen Tao groggily opened his eyes, feeling a sharp pain at the back of his head, his mind buzzing.
A familiar loud voice boomed from above him: "Oh, you're awake?"
It felt like waking up after a drunken stupor. It took him a moment to recall what had happened before he lost consciousness. As he remembered, he gingerly propped himself up and looked around, realizing he was lying in A Gang's room.
A Gang was sitting at his desk, drinking alone, seemingly unfazed: "You've really improved quickly. It's no fun fighting you anymore."
Chen Tao didn't know how to respond. In hindsight, it was indeed inappropriate; both Song Qiao and A Gang had given him plenty of guidance in martial arts during this time. That had allowed him to grow stronger rapidly, and ultimately, he had defeated both A Gang and Song Qiao.
After he fainted, A Gang had carried him back to his room and settled him in. Reflecting on it all, Chen Tao felt he had not been honorable.
A Gang glanced at Chen Tao's expression and seemed to understand what he was thinking: "Don't take it to heart. There's no need to feel guilty or anything; neither Old Song nor I are bothered by it."
Of course, this was also related to the fact that he hadn't harmed the prince. If he had even scratched the prince, he would have already found himself in the underworld.
Mentioning the prince made Chen Tao's expression darken: "I'm sorry."
Aside from those two words, he truly didn't know what else to say to A Gang. He never expected that despite mastering a hundred Zhen Qi techniques, he still wasn't a match for the prince.
Had he made a mistake?
Xu Lie, Song Qiao, A Gang—they had all treated him well. He was willing to let go of his hatred for Bai Yu Men and abandon revenge, yet it had ended up like this.
But as soon as he thought about the countless suffering tribesmen in Fudi who were being exploited—just like him—they were all human too. His heart couldn't reconcile that.
A Gang raised his wine jug high and took a swig, exhaling contentedly before wiping his mouth with his sleeve: "Stubborn fool."
He shook his head in disbelief at Chen Tao's thoughts: "The prince is doing this for the Da Qian people and for our descendants' future. How can you still have objections?"
Chen Tao had nothing more to say on other matters, but when it came to this topic, he remained resolute: "But the Fudi Barbarians are human just like us."
A Gang scoffed dismissively and tossed the wine jug over to Chen Tao, who caught it deftly. He heard A Gang's disdainful tone: "I don't think about that much. All I know is that the prince promised us that because of our sacrifices for the Barbarians, my children and their children will live without worry and enjoy peace and happiness."
"Otherwise," A Gang continued, "if those wastelands in Fudi were left for the Da Qian people to cultivate themselves, wouldn't our own descendants have to do the same?"
Rather than that, it would be better to let those Barbarians do the rough work.
The Prince is right; what was that saying? In this world, it's all about interests, or something like that?
Ah, I can't quite remember. In any case, the Prince has said that resources are limited—if others have more, then I have less. If others have less, then I can have more.
That's basically the idea. If the Barbarians have less, then we, the Da Qian People, will have more, and our descendants will enjoy prosperity.
The suffering of the Barbarians? What does it have to do with me?
Chen Tao felt a mix of emotions and took a swig of wine. But everyone is human; how can we...
"Stop rambling!" A Gang impatiently stood up. "Why didn't you talk so much before? Just lie there and recover; I'm not going to take care of you anymore."
As he walked out, he continued to grumble, "Those without children don't understand the Prince's perspective. Only a fool would oppose something so important for future generations."
Watching A Gang leave, Chen Tao found himself at a loss for words. He simply drank alone until he fell asleep again.
After spending several days in A Gang's place, Chen Tao, who had barely recovered, could no longer lie down. He felt like a salted fish drying in front of a household in Xia City; if he didn't get out and move around soon, he would really turn into dried fish.
Compared to before, Xia City didn't seem to have changed much. But when Chen Tao walked to the dock, he realized that things were evolving rapidly.
Xiacheng Dock had become the central hub for all maritime trade, with ships coming and going in a constant stream.
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