Hao Ren and Hassu sat facing each other in the center of the water bubble. Underwater light and shadows flashed around them from time to time, casting mottled patches of brightness across their bodies. Hao Ren asked Hassu, "If there were an instinct that, from the perspective of biological evolution, offered your reproduction and evolution no benefit whatsoever, had nothing to do with obtaining food or increasing your chances of survival, and merely made you inexplicably hostile toward other intelligent lifeforms that possessed sapience and could theoretically communicate with you, do you think such an 'instinct' could be considered naturally occurring or normal?"
Hassu shook his head and was about to stand up when Hao Ren called out to him, "This is a serious question. I hope you'll treat it seriously."
Hassu snorted coldly. "Perhaps you're serious, but you don't understand how important the hunting instinct is to demon hunters. It's the key to our gaining the upper hand in the war against the Others for the past ten thousand years."
"But if there were no hunting instinct, the war against the Others wouldn't exist in the first place—it isn't the key to solving the problem. It is the problem itself." Hao Ren raised a hand and pointed at Bai Huo. "This young demon hunter definitely has a different opinion from you, because just like me, she can break free from the control of the hunting instinct and calmly consider the issue. An old-school demon hunter like you has been controlled by the hunting instinct for too long. You've even come to regard it as a natural part of your life, to the point that you never stop to consider how unreasonable it is."
A strange expression finally appeared on Hassu's perpetually stern face. "That's the strangest argument I've ever