"No! There is justice in the Sea of Chaos!"
Xu Ying defended himself earnestly. "Brother Mengdao, you've cultivated for longer than I have, and your attainments in the Dao are higher as well. But justice definitely exists. If justice did not exist, the Chaos Spiritual Root could never have emerged in the Sea of Chaos, nor could the universe, Heaven and Earth, and the myriad Daos have arisen! There would be none of this dazzling variety of life, and certainly neither you nor I!"
His expression turned solemn. "Heaven and Earth possess justice, and so they give rise to all living beings. Living beings possess justice, and so they support one another. You and I were once weak. When we were born, we cried for food, possessing no strength at all. Thus, fathers and sons inherit from one another, and bloodlines continue. When we were young, we had no particular abilities and little knowledge, so teachers passed on the Dao and imparted their learning, keeping the flame of tradition alive. This is the justice of all living beings!"
Menghuo Daoist burst out laughing and shook his head. "Friend Xu, how foolish you are! You've only just become a Reincarnation Dao Master and cultivated Reflection. You were already a Dao Master before you were born, so you had no need for fathers and sons to inherit from one another. Nor did you need teachers to nurture you before possessing immeasurable knowledge! Why would you need the justice of all living beings?"
Xu Ying frowned deeply upon hearing this.
Did cultivating Reflection mean he could disregard the kindness of his parents in raising him and the kindness of his teachers in educating him?
What kind of reasoning was that?
He patiently said, "Brother Mengdao, there is justice in the Sea of Chaos