What, exactly, was "goodness"?
This question was a little too profound. A common fellow like Sui Xiong could not come up with any particularly reliable answer. At most, there was finding joy in helping others, treating people kindly, wishing others well on the low end; sacrificing oneself to save others on the high end; and at the very highest end, a news story he had read before transmigrating—a certain refugee rights organization member's daughter had been first Xed, then Xed by refugees, dying in a horribly gruesome manner, yet he still insisted that his resolve to protect refugees' rights would never waver...
No, on closer thought, that last one did not seem to count as goodness. How could shielding evil be considered goodness?
In short, Sui Xiong felt that while he could not define goodness with any great precision, he could at least list out one, two, three, four, five, six points—each one could probably be subdivided into several smaller points, and each smaller point might have several different directions.
But only now did he understand that his grasp of "goodness" was still lacking.
And he was lacking quite a lot, so much so that... if he were to list it all out one by one, he might need a whole sheet of paper.
So Sui Xiong was catching up.
He did not think his understanding of goodness was terribly wrong, nor did he intend to accept the Lord of Supreme Good's understanding wholesale. But he had to admit that his own ideas contained many flaws and shortcomings. He truly needed to study hard and make up for them properly.
It was like on Earth: perhaps because information was so readily available, even an elementary school student could surpass ancient scholars in certain respects. But once they entered the professional