Gu Wen asked in return, "Do you think the common people should unite?"
"The commoners of the world can unite."
"This city's commoners, boatmen, helpers, traveling merchants, women... Can these people unite?"
"They can only be considered part of the commoners."
"So your so-called unity is nothing more than a mask for those who satisfy their ambitions."
At that moment, the Nine-Meter Golden Man ascended into the sky with a single step, the Immortal Sword in his hand expanding and contracting as needed, stretching six meters long with one swing.
He gazed down at Bianjing city, transformed into a blaze of firelight like a surreal dream; six years ago, he was a beggar licking ice and snow off the ground, and just a year prior, he was still climbing the social ladder by clinging to the influential and the wealthy.
Now, with his sword pointed at the Emperor, the chilling gleam forced the flames to recoil.
