Chapter 297: Southern Barbarian Beast Palace (2)
When counting both my previous life and this one, I could proudly say I had lived as a martial artist for quite a long time.
I had immersed myself deeply in both the Orthodox and Unorthodox worlds; exaggerated as it might sound, there weren’t many in the Central Plains as familiar with its martial society as I.
Thus, if I were to sum up the Central Plains in one phrase based on everything I had seen and experienced...
People who think too highly of themselves, living in their own greatness.
The Orthodox looked down on the Unorthodox, the Unorthodox looked down on the Orthodox, and everyone regarded the Outsider Martial World as intriguing yet inferior, as though that were only natural.
The problem was that their arrogance had some basis.
The Orthodox had reasons to despise the Unorthodox; the Unorthodox enjoyed wealth and luxury surpassing the Orthodox; and while the Outsider Martial World was impressive, it still could not compare to the entirety of the Central Plains.
And that was just within the martial world. If one included the Imperial Court, always hands clasped behind its back in the shadows, the gap between the Central Plains and the outside grew even larger.
Not only in martial prowess, but in craft, art, commerce—nearly all fields.