Pan Long thought it over carefully all day. At dusk the next day, he visited Shang Man in prison again.
He believed he could persuade Shang Man.
Shang Man insisted on submitting to the law because he could not get past one conviction: a life must be paid for with a life.
That conviction was a good thing, but even good things had their limits.
Justice should not be a set of rigid, mechanical rules. It should have enough give to benefit both those who followed it and the society they lived in—a guiding principle that let both sides win.
Besides, it would be such a waste for Shang Man to die like this!
There were too many people in this world who deserved to die, and too many of them had no intention of dying. If Shang Man lived, he could send many of those people to their deaths. He was only in the Innate Realm, and his strength was limited, but whatever he could do would still be worthwhile.
If they wanted the world to move forward, they had to advance one step at a time.
For someone capable of helping the world move forward to die while he still had strength left would be a loss to the entire world!
Pan Long had thought of many arguments along those lines.
When he saw Shang Man again, he cleared his throat and tried to steer the conversation toward what he had prepared.
But Shang Man smiled.
"Pan Guanfeng, have you come to persuade me again?"
Pan Long nodded.
Before he could say anything, Shang Man shook his head and sighed. "Let me guess... You're going to say something like, 'The world is in turmoil, good and evil are locked in a struggle, and neither side can gain the