There's a saying: when a tree stands out in the woods, the wind will destroy it; when a bank protrudes on a stream, the flow will be turbulent around it; when one walks above others, the masses will malign him.
This was the situation Li Xu found himself in.
Had he, the leading bird for so long, begun to fantasize about becoming the lead goose?
Would the other trailing birds simply worship him willingly upon his ascent, feeling only reverence and devoid of feelings like dissatisfaction or jealousy?
That's a fairy tale, not reality.
A tiger's body, trembling, and command in all directions—such things aren't impossible, but one must reach a height so unreachable by others, that it strips them of the courage to compare or surpass him.
In a word, absolute domination that suppresses any cunning thoughts in others.
Li Xu had not yet reached such a height.
And then there's Fu Qiang.
Did he really have no schemes or thoughts about pure breeds?
