The wind continued to rustle through the bamboo forest. However, the breeze that should have been refreshing now sounded like a sharp, piercing howl in Qin Feng's ears. It was as if countless wronged souls were weeping and demanding answers.
Yu Han's words were like sharp blades forged from Ten Thousand Years Profound Ice. Sentence by sentence, word by word, they stripped bare the bloody, ice-cold skeleton of reality and forced it right before his eyes.
"When Sun Chan Hall cured your illness, when you accepted the Starry Sky Giant Beast Type II genetic Potion, and when you accepted the *Ten-Complete Hand*—why didn't you refuse them then?"
The rhetorical question struck Qin Feng's chest like a heavy sledgehammer.
He could not refute the underlying logic. He had enjoyed the Empire's absolute best resources, and the very allocation of those resources represented a form of ruthless selection and inherent unfairness.
