"Very good. The new generation replaces the old." Jiang Wang nodded, seemingly praising yet seemingly criticizing. "Your organization's living water never runs dry. Your future is promising."
"So long as injustice exists in this world, so long as inequality exists, so long as there are ranks high and low, noble and base, so long as people sit in cold hovels with a thousand jun weighing on their backs, their flesh and blood squeezed dry, their very bone marrow pressed for oil... then humanity's faith in the pursuit of 'equality' shall endure forever." The fourth person to enter the tent was a plump woman. Her mask bore a charmingly guileless little pig, holding a flower in its hoof—seductively adorable. Her voice had clearly been altered as well. "Wei Hai sends you her greetings."
"Everyone has their own 'right.' So long as it harms no one and forces no one else to accept it, it may, for the time being, be called 'right.'" Jiang Wang spoke slowly. "I send you my greetings as well."
The lines of his face had grown ever clearer. Before the bonfire, they possessed a sharpness all their own, cutting the shadows across his features into the long night.
Wei Hai stopped, her aura faintly linked with those of the other three Equality State Dharma Protectors. "But if no blood is shed, how can the cage be broken? Without harm, how will those vested interests feel pain? Without pain, how will those ignorant and stubborn people awaken? If the iron curtain of the old world is not torn apart, the radiance of the new world can never be seen."
Jiang Wang asked, "How do you judge what counts as ignorance and stubbornness? How do you weigh who should be harmed? How do you know that tearing apart the