"You ask... why is there no justice in this world, why is there no fairness?"
Weii Tianhou said to Chen Feng, his eyes red.
Chen Feng fell silent, truly unsure of how to answer. Seeing Weii Tianhou's utterly despondent demeanor, he himself felt uncomfortable, much like what Michel once said to him.
"Chen Feng, you are not without empathy, but rather you refuse to be moved."
Having seen too many tragedies, and with so many injustices in the world, it's not that cultivators lack compassion, but that they have come to understand the cruelty of this world.
Chen Feng glanced at the shoemaking box at Weii Tianhou's feet, and with a secret exertion of power, the shoe "snap," split open. Chen Feng took off the shoe and handed it to him, saying, "My shoe is broken, can you help me fix it?"