Revenge, Departure

It was a dark night, and snow fell thick and fast.

The young master of the Yin Family was the one who had injured Chen Changan and Fan Yi a few days ago.

From Fan Yi, Chen Changan learned everything that had happened back then.

In the eyes of those people, Chen Changan and Fan Yi were foul-smelling vermin, lowly beggars.

They thought people of Chen Changan and Fan Yi's status deserved to be toyed with, mocked, cursed, and beaten.

"Changan, why don't we just go back?"

"The Yin Family isn't someone we can afford to offend."

"They're a prestigious household around here."

"We can't go up against them."

They were already almost at the Yin Family's gate, but Fan Yi's heart was pounding. He wanted to pull Chen Changan away.

"A prestigious household?"

"Fan Yi, remember this: the world is vast, far vaster than you can imagine."

"That so-called prestigious household of yours is only prestigious in your eyes."

"But in other people's eyes, they're nothing but a bunch of lowly vermin."

"All are mere ants."

Hearing Chen Changan's words, Fan Yi couldn't quite understand. As far as he was concerned, a family like the Yin Family was absolutely untouchable.

A person's surroundings and status determined the limits of their vision.

Fan Yi was an orphan, a beggar, someone who couldn't even get enough to eat.

He simply couldn't understand what Chen Changan meant.

But Chen Changan knew full well that the region they lived in was about as remote as a place could get.

Here, cultivators could be treated like gods for one reason: there were so few of them.

Far too few.

"Better to let sleeping dogs lie."

"Let it go."

To Fan Yi, being alive—living well—was enough. Did he harbor hatred? Yes. Resentment? That too.

But