When Chen Xi received Wang Jingg's words, a hint of a smile clearly appeared. After all, the Confucian school had not yet degenerated into cynicism as in later generations.
"It seems I can be at ease, the Confucian school still knows who they are," Chen Xi said with a smile.
"After all, it's a school that has climbed up bit by bit, still remembering its past." Li Youu said with a smile, thinking that since Wang Jingg could say such words, Zheng Xuan's branch of Confucianism must have figured it out too.
"Ultimately, even Yani Huang started by digging for food from the earth; there was no nobility to speak of. The birth of respect for scholars initially was no more than respect for knowledge," Chen Xi said, shaking his head.
From the time Suiren kindled fire, tribes began to form, and hierarchies emerged. The foundation of respect in later generations was still merely knowledge and power.
