Yannan pondered for a moment, then said softly, "The reason you're confused, feeling as though you're trapped in fog, is the problem of class. Put simply, your position, your experience, and your class have limited your vision and understanding."
Fang Che listened quietly.
He knew Yannan was not someone who taught others lightly. Everything today had struck far too hard, stirring even Yannan's State of Mind. That was why he had deliberately taught Fang Che a little—or perhaps because certain things in his heart had to be spoken. That was how this opportunity had come about.
So Fang Che cherished it.
The teachings of an old fox like this were often truly useful. Sometimes, a single passage was enough to chew over for a long time, yielding different insights each time he recalled and savored it.
"The matter of the Feng Lineage is complicated and tangled. In the end, it still comes down to power and human nature. It's just that the fig leaf was torn away right before your eyes, while you weren't involved in the decades during which their affair fermented. So what you saw was especially ugly and direct, especially bloody, even incomprehensible. But if you had grown up in the same kind of Lineage, you wouldn't be confused."
"The human world... the bottom and the top are different. Take the One Heart Sect where you've always lived, the southeast, and Divine Capital of the Sole True Sect—or Kanke City of the Guardians. They're worlds apart."
Yannan's voice turned somewhat distant as he slowly continued, "You must recognize this. All the fairness, justice, impartiality, and selflessness people speak of in this world exist only among those few people at the very top. Whether it's the Sole True Sect or the Guardians, it's the same."
"Perhaps there are