Crown Prince Qiming's words left Meng Chuan somewhat speechless. Are you a member of the Fuxi or some other race?
Dao Venerable Fu Min's mastery approached Fortune itself. He had campaigned north and south without a rival in all the Heavens, single-handedly raising the Fuxi to another peak.
To the Fuxi, he was an undisputed Hero, the god of their age.
Yet in the eyes of his own son, his own successor, Dao Venerable Fu Min was a criminal who had ruined relations among the Myriad Races.
In Crown Prince Qiming's eyes, relations between races apparently could develop like children playing house, with everyone living happily together.
He showed even more tolerance toward other races than toward his own people.
Are you serious? You have a Fuxi body and a Fuxi soul, and you enjoy all the glory that comes with being Fuxi. Why does it seem as though your heart belongs to another race?
A Fuxi Traitor?
Crown Prince Qiming had ability but no sense of responsibility, power but no foresight, talent but neither virtue nor wisdom. As crown prince of the Fuxi, he was far too merciful. He had once believed: "If I treat the Myriad Races as I treat the Fuxi, the Myriad Races will treat me as their closest kin."
He dreamed of universal harmony, grieved for all living things, and treated outsiders no differently from his own people.
When his own people oppressed another race, he raged and scolded them, wishing he could beat them to death.
When another race oppressed his people, he turned a blind eye, believing a great race ought to yield to others.
It truly left Meng Chuan speechless. Across the Myriad Heavens and Worlds, there was actually someone this... brainless?
Meng Chuan passed Crown Prince Qiming and entered the hall.