Time flowed on. The sun gradually rose, the world grew brighter and brighter, and the cloudless sky was clear as though freshly washed.
For the many students heading to school, this was merely an unremarkable beginning amid countless repetitive days.
But for Zhao Cheng, this morning was rather interesting.
The moment he entered the classroom, it seemed as though some switch within Sun Yuan had been triggered. Sun Yuan kept his eyes fixed on the classroom's two doors. Whenever someone entered, he would begin tallying in his heart exactly how that person had wronged him, and how he would torture them later. Only then, he felt, could the hatred in his heart be soothed.
Zhao Cheng found him interesting—but what was interesting about him?!
It was not because he was so wicked.
Rather, it was because even when he did evil, he had to find a reason for it. Or rather, he believed himself to be the righteous side; for every deed, there had to be a cause.
That made him different from those purely evil people, because truly evil people needed no reason to commit evil.
Clearly, before obtaining the Great Abyss Mark, Sun Yuan had not yet reached that point. In Zhao Cheng's eyes, this so-called search for reasons was, in a certain sense, like following the Dao in cultivation.
The entire person was like a tightly ordered system: causes gave rise to effects, and the process in between was the Dao.
Only, the orthodox path was undoubtedly this: good causes bore good fruits, evil causes bore evil fruits. There could be gentle breezes and drizzling rain, but there could also be torrential storms and thunderbolts.
Sun Yuan, who had strayed from the path, was different. If you bullied him, he would kill you. If you helped him,