Zhang Zhezhai let out a cold sneer. "Gathering people, sustaining them, building cities, preaching, training soldiers—you've done it all, yet you still try to quibble? What you are attempting now was already tried decades ago by the White Lotus Cult and the Ming Cult. Who do you think you can fool?"
Facing the tip of Zhang Zhezhai's sword, Wang Xia retorted with a hint of dissatisfaction, "Gathering people, sustaining them, building cities, and training soldiers is nothing more than offering a bit of food to ordinary people who can no longer survive, giving them a place to live, clothes to wear, the strength to protect themselves, and jobs to..."
Beneath the heavy brown fur, its spine burst forth, like a bony sword protruding from its back.
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