The weakest martial artist? One punch and he's leveled up a whole realm!

"Then why did you persist for so long?"

Ye Xiao's tone was much gentler than at the beginning.

No longer hold the prejudice against Han Fei from his time in the Immortal City.

"Because I believe that as long as it's still under repair, there's still hope."

"Later I realized that the wood supporting the dam itself was already rotten."

"Repairing and patching things up can no longer delay its collapse."

"I can only decide when to leave, not stand on the dam and wait for it to collapse."

Han Fei's voice remained calm throughout.

Ye Xiao closed his eyes and thought of that night in the Immortal City again.

I thought of what the old man in the dark had said to him.

I was reminded of the battle between the old man and Adam.

I pictured him running frantically all night, head down, without stopping for a single step!

Grandpa Hei is dead!

He repeatedly confirmed this, his tone inconsistent.

Grandpa Hei is completely dead!

He died that night in the immortal city!

The reality he couldn't face just happened.

Grandpa Hei is really dead!

Han Fei looked at Ye Xiao, who had his eyes closed and was struggling in pain.

He knew that Ye Xiao was still stuck in the events of that night in the Immortal City and couldn't get over it.

Han Fei took the initiative to speak, his tone comforting.

"Old man Hei also knew that the piece of wood was rotten."

"He guarded the gate at the school his whole life, and almost no one knew who he was."

"Every day he watched people come and go at the school, watched the children of wealthy families act arrogantly, and watched ordinary students be ostracized, ridiculed, and suppressed at the bottom."

"He had seen many injustices and unfair things, but he did not intervene or take action until that last night."

Ye Xiao finally raised his head.

However, a hint of vulnerability and disbelief appeared in his eyes.

Because Ye Xiao knew what Han Fei was talking about.

"He waited his whole life, and he finally found you," Han Fei said. "Because he saw a variable in you."

"So, Grandpa Hei chose to go all out, burning everything, betting everything, and burning completely on that last night."

Ye Xiao's voice trembled.

"But Grandpa Hei... he... he's dead."

Ye Xiao lowered his head once again.

It seems that as long as you close your eyes and stop thinking about those things, they never happened.

Han Fei put down the teapot, placed his hands folded on the table, and looked at Ye Xiao.

"I've seen many people like the old man from Blackie, the principal, and you."

"These people are filled with anger, feel that the world is unfair, and want to overthrow everything and start over."

"But they didn't consider who would rebuild after it was overthrown?"

"Who will ensure that the new order is better than the old one?"

"If you break down the existing framework, what will you replace it with?"

The moment those harsh words were uttered.

Ye Xiao suddenly raised his head.

He saw the smile playing on Han Fei's lips.

Han Fei is using his best debating skills to stimulate the heart of the young man in front of him and to rekindle his lost fighting spirit!

"No! I never thought of overthrowing anyone!"

Ye Xiao said firmly, "I just think that when a person sees injustice happening in front of them, they should at least do something, instead of turning their head away and pretending not to see it, pretending that those things have nothing to do with them."

A satisfied smile appeared on Han Fei's face.

Ye Xiao is finally showing a little bit of energy again.

But that's not enough.

Han Fei continued, "But if you intervene, the outcome may be worse."

"Worse?"

Ye Xiao's voice rose slightly, his face showing obvious anger.

When the fact that Grandpa Blackie had died completely became clear, indelible, and something that had to be accepted.

Ye Xiao's tone also became sharp.

He was very blunt.

"Han Fei, do you know who I'm talking about right now?"

"You know how Grandpa Black died, and you know why he fought."

"You said that the law is a tool to 'keep conflicts within a controllable range,' but who are you excluding from this 'controllable range'?"

Han Fei smiled slightly: "Who is it?"

Ye Xiao spoke each word with resounding force!

"It is those who have no power, those who are judged and sacrificed by you!"

"Suppress their voices, treat their anger as a destabilizing factor, and then package everything as order!"

"But this order was never established for everyone."

"It's for yourselves, and for those who sit atop the celestial city!"

"Your very existence is a cannibalistic structure!"

"You use 'stability' to cover up your greed, and 'law' to maintain your privileges!"

"Grandpa Hei doesn't talk about these principles; he only shows them through his actions."

He told me: "Those 300,000 people buried in the foundation deserve a voice!"

Han Fei remained silent for a moment, offering no rebuttal.

For the first time, he affirmed what Ye Xiao had said.

"You're right, that city was indeed built with many lives lost, and I have never publicly stated that 'it was wrong.'"

"I kept it in my heart, as a kind of secret awareness, thinking that I was a little smarter than those who were unaware of it, but I never made any real changes because of it."

"You've done it now," Ye Xiao said. "You resigned and left Immortal City. Does that count as a change?"

"This counts as an escape."

Han Fei's voice was soft, tinged with a hint of self-deprecation.

He remembered it clearly: on that night in the Immortal City, countless people witnessed the fall of Grandpa Black.

He was among them.

Afterwards, Adam whipped the corpse at the spot where the old man had fallen for three whole hours.

Adam's frantic howls and fury could be heard throughout the entire immortal city.

It was from that day onwards.

The entire Immortal City was under lockdown for seven whole days!

No one is allowed to leave the Immortal City, and even less is anyone allowed to speak of what happens there.

Han Fei's memories gradually blurred, but his gaze at Ye Xiao gradually became clearer.

"I chose the most peaceful way to leave. I didn't release any documents or reveal any truth. I just left quietly. I didn't even submit a resignation letter. I just left and walked away."

"You want me to comment on this behavior? I can only say that it is not praiseworthy, but it is the limit of what I can do at this stage."

Ye Xiao asked, "What if one day you no longer have only limits?"

"I mean..."

Ye Xiao looked down at the remaining dregs in the medicine jar.

"If you stopped patching things up in the shadows and started speaking out about everything you saw, would you do it?"

Han Fei pondered this question for a very long time.

The wind blew from the direction of the valley mouth across the grassy slope in front of the courtyard, rustling the rim of the empty bowl on the table, making a very soft sound.

Han Fei placed his hands on his knees, his fingertips gently tracing the seams along the edge of the fabric.

He smiled slightly and finally answered.

"Perhaps."