"That's why in any world, there are always the fewest strong ones."
Yan Beihan said indifferently, "So many strong people believe it is only natural for them to seize and slaughter the weak, because they have paid much more, endured hardships and toil that the weak could never fathom in their lifetime. Why should they share the resources of this mortal world as equals?"
Fang Che said calmly, "Is that what you think too?"
Yan Beihan's eyes showed a hint of mockery, "Thinking this way isn't necessarily wrong. But you must always be ready to be bullied by someone stronger."
"I don't even know what I think now. Sometimes, a sudden rise of compassion prevents me from wanting to bully the weak or make their lives even more miserable because of me."
"But I also know that sooner or later, I will become such a person."
