Meng Chao watched coldly as the middle-aged man confessed his sins.
A deeply strange feeling rose in his heart.
Humanity had already entered the Information Age, an era of advanced technology and flourishing culture—even, in a sense, an interstellar age.
The furnishings throughout this estate were likewise steeped in high-tech ambiance.
The heirs standing before him were clearly all modern people who had received a new-style education.
Yet their mannerisms carried the stale, rotten air of ancient families from centuries, even millennia, ago.
At every turn, it was "Let Family Law punish me; I leave myself to Father's judgment," and the like.
To hear it, neither Shen Yuanbao nor the heirs had any intention of handing this matter over to the police or the Superhuman Tower—despite lives having been lost, despite the stakes being life and death.
"It seemed that as their power continued to swell, the organizational structure and ethics of these so-called Cultivation Families had, on some level, regressed.
"Just like the Turan Civilization, which had regressed all the way from a high-tech civilization capable of interstellar travel to a clan era of eating raw flesh and drinking blood.
"Could it be that Superhuman Power and modern civilization were destined to be like fire and water, fundamentally incompatible? That as Transcendents continuously broke through the limits of life and evolved into beings akin to Gods and Devils, they were destined to smash the ideals of equality and the spirit of rule by law that supported modern civilization to pieces, utterly bringing modern civilization crashing down?
"One look at Shen Yuanbao was enough to tell that he did not believe the law or the Superhuman Tower could restrain him in the slightest. Not once had he even entertained the thought of turning this matter over to the authorities—or rather,