Ling Feng opened his eyes and said calmly, "Because he didn't want to be bound. The strength of a Soul Sage made him think he could stand above the rules."
"But he forgot that rules are rules because someone upholds them."
Jin Chen seemed thoughtful.
Qian Renxue said softly, "Is the purpose of Spirit Hall's existence to uphold those rules?"
Ling Feng looked at her and smiled faintly.
"Yes. Spirit Hall exists to let those who think they can stand above the rules understand that there are still people in this world they cannot afford to provoke."
The carriage continued onward toward Spirit City.
Behind them, Holy Soul Village gradually faded into the distance.
But Ling Feng knew this was only the beginning.
There were still far too many people like Zhao Wuji and Flender across the continent, hiding in dark corners, oppressing the common people, and trampling on the rules.
And he would drag them out, one by one.
Including the two great empires!
That day was not far off. He was only eleven this year, yet he was already about to reach the Soul Emperor rank.
Tang San had only just been born. Even if Tang San entered Notting Academy, according to the original story's development, he would still need twelve years.
Twelve years later, he would already be twenty-three. As for what realm he would reach by then, even he did not know.
Would he become a Peerless Douluo, or ascend to godhood?
The carriage slowly traveled along the official road, and the atmosphere inside was oppressive.
Zhao Wuji, Flender, and the others were bound tightly, lying in the corner of the carriage like dead dogs and occasionally letting out pained groans.
Jin Chen leaned against the carriage wall and dozed off. Qian Renxue rested with her