Could people with power really bully ordinary people as they pleased? Could the strong really kill the weak whenever they wanted?
Though all three empires had laws forbidding such things, there was a saying that summed it up well: the law did not apply to nobles. No empire would severely punish a powerful expert for the sake of a few ordinary people.
Perhaps it had always been this way—not just a thousand or ten thousand years ago, but from the dawn of humanity to the present. But just because it had always been that way, did that make it right?
Mo Yuan's answer was—no!
In the Sea of Consciousness, Electrolux had listened to Bai Yi recount the entire story. He stroked his beard without saying a word. He was angry, too, and filled with regret. If he were still alive and had the strength, he would have stepped in.
But even though he wanted to act, he didn't urge Mo Yuan to do anything. He wanted to see whether Mo Yuan, who had once uttered those four words, would practice what he preached. When faced with injustice, would he step in?
After a long silence, Mo Yuan spoke in a calm voice. "Bai Yi, is that Sword Edge Marquis a wicked man? How strong is he?"
"I looked into it. He's no better than his son—in fact, he's worse. As for his strength, he broke through to Soul Douluo eight years ago and was made a marquis."
Bai Yi answered at once. He gazed at Mo Yuan with hope in his eyes, a faint guess forming in his heart: perhaps his roommate really would agree.
"Soul Douluo..." Mo Yuan gently rubbed the edge of his clothes as he weighed their strength and their chances of victory. He was also trying