Li Qingxian said slowly, "I know what you want to say, and I know what Cha Fuli and Jie Anhuai will say. I once heard of something. Many years ago, an old man on the North Bank of the Great River found a newborn lion cub that had been abandoned and was about to starve to death. That cub was so small that, let alone hurting anyone, it still spoke in a babyish voice and was very cute. So the old man fed it goat's milk. Later, the cub recovered and left the old man. Tell me, was that old man doing good?"
Some generals guessed what Li Qingxian was about to say, while others had no idea.
"However one looks at it, that was a good deed," someone said.
"Then what if that lion cub was the future Champion King sitting in Champion City?"
The generals pondered it. It did not seem to be such a simple question.
"I'd stomp his head to mush!" He Bao said.
"Then what if it were Jie Linfu as a baby?"
"I..." He Bao uttered only one word before freezing.
Even as savage as he was, he seemed unable to bring himself to do it.
Li Qingxian said, "We often hear old sayings: being right is important, but kindness is more important than being right. That is a fine saying, and I support it. But I also have a question. What do we use to judge right and wrong, kindness and evil? Or rather, who can guarantee that what you believe is right is truly right, and that what you believe is kind is truly kind?"
He Bao's huge hand frantically scratched at the top of his head as he muttered, "Hard, too hard. I've done so many wrong things, and I'm mediocre