"True Law."
With his gaze slightly lowered, An Jing repeated softly, then said in a meaningful tone, "Sea folk, I am indeed a Naturalist. I know that you seek a result, an answer. You seek something called 'True Law.'"
"But, sea folk, you are unwilling to offer even a single question. How, then, am I supposed to answer your doubts?"
"A question?"
The kneeling sea folk's thoughts stalled. The reason he had been willing to risk his life coming here—paying the price of possibly offending a Naturalist, a True Person—was because the sea folk had countless troubles.
They were lost and trapped, like a tangled ball of thread so complex that they could not even find the first loose end. They had nowhere to begin in resolving anything. Jin Yanhua had indeed led them, giving them work, tribes, homes, and duties, but living beings were not creatures that could be content merely by relying on such things to survive.
Thus, they desperately wished to know—to know the answer to a question they did not even understand, as though obtaining that answer would resolve every hardship.
"Yes. A question."
Yet the Naturalist—the Heavenly Fate martial artist who had scattered the Heavenly Tribulation with a wave of his hand and effortlessly stirred up heavenly and earthly phenomena—calmly turned the question back on them. "What exactly is this True Law you speak of?"
"Is it the proper laws and rules, a way to kill those who deserve death and bring peace and order to society?"
"Or is it the proper inheritance of arts and paths? Like the Martial Dao: wield Martial Arts to cultivate skill, wield law to refine the Dao, and in the end attain the Dao through martial arts, proving oneself a True Person?"
"Or is it a method of using