"Justice," these two words.
Countless people have spoken them, countless people have struggled and strived for them.
But what is the result?
The world is still a world for the few; the vast majority are just trying their best to live.
Grand Offerer Lu glanced at Li Moxian in the sky and asked with a smile, "Justice? What do you mean by that?"
Li Moxian placed his hand on Ximen Shuxiang's shoulder, signaling him not to act rashly, and then cleared his throat. Hovering above the main gate of the Imperial Palace, he shouted loud enough for the entire Daxing City to hear.
"The world does not belong to one person. The world belongs to all its people."
"Even the Emperor cannot arbitrarily seize others' possessions, let alone those of his ministers!"
At that moment, Lu Qianqiu began to sweat profusely.
He wasn't afraid of Li Moxian reasoning with him, but he was terrified that Li Moxian would make the matter public.
