Looking at the many phantoms before him, Chen Feng spoke again. "Justice exists to protect the weak."
"If justice demands that I treat villains like you equally, then I would rather abandon this so-called justice."
"That is the lesson Sir wanted to teach me."
"So this sword strike of mine is not for justice, nor for chivalry, but only for the weak in this world."
"Sin or evil, no matter how the people of the world see me, this sword strike will fall."
With that, Chen Feng turned and left.
When Chen Feng reached the entrance to the secret chamber, he suddenly stopped and said.
"Earlier, I said that I came today to borrow your strength and strike Sir with my sword."
"I lied to you about that. I never intended to borrow your strength."
"I only came to curse you out."
"A wise man and kind person like Sir should not be reviled by people like you."
"Though I do not know your identities, for such powerful resentment to remain after death, you must have been exceptionally powerful in life."
"I believe that, at some point, you too once protected a part of the world and all living things."
"Since you understand everything, search your hearts and ask yourselves: did you truly not deserve to die?"
With that, Chen Feng left the secret chamber.
Only the phantoms remained, silently floating in the air.
Time passed bit by bit. Chen Feng sat alone in meditation on the rooftop for two days.
Meanwhile, Chen Changsheng spent every day engrossed in making food.
"Girl, come taste this pastry and see how it is."
Chen Changsheng held a plate of pastries and ate with great relish.
Seeing this, Guan Ping pouted. "Sir, can't you stop butting heads with Chen Feng?"
"If Chen