"Split the School of Fiction?"
In the courtyard, the night deepened, and the candles burned bright. A bitter smile tugged at the corner of Hu Wenlang’s mouth; as he had suspected, this was no simple deal. He realized that what Zhou Tieyi truly wanted was to snatch the School of Fiction away from the grip of the Confucianists.
To aim for this was nothing less than a maneuver to manipulate the fate of the nation!
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