To achieve your goals, you need power, and nobody would easily give you power, you have to take it, crawl toward it. Only when it is firmly in your heart can you relax? This was a lesson Feng Mian learnt very early.
As for the rules, they were only set to shackle and confine the weak, whereas the strong stood above the rules and no one would voice out criticism when they trampled and broke the rules. This was an unwritten law, a hidden rule that existed everywhere in the world.
The day that Feng Mian's mother had died was one he could not forget easily. That day, she had succeeded with the blade. Feng Mian had changed into a human, he soaked a rag in water and first cleaned the blade that was stained with blood, only that instead of the bloody trail of droplets that covered the house, it was a pool of blood.
