Making an approximate man only using the mechanics of devouring was a complicated procedure. It took every ounce of focus Wang Feng could muster.
Wang Feng felt like a crippled man. In a sense, he was. Ever since he was a child on earth, he was riddled with guilt whenever he felt negative emotions toward another. To completely hate, untainted by rationalizations, guilt, or trepidations, was foreign to him. Wang Feng wanted to kill the Karmic Sage. He didn't want to bring him to justice; he didn't want to stop Karmic Sage so he wouldn't harm others; he wanted to murder him for the pure, unadulterated hatred he had inside his heart.
What was wrong with hating anyway? Why was he holding himself back from being malicious? When others hurt him for their own convenience, wasn't the appropriate response hatred and malice?
