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Chapter 217: Chapter 213: Judge Others by Oneself

With all matters settled, Tang Luo turned to look at his younger brother, whose face was flushed with shame and eyes still traced by tears. He reached out his hand, causing the young boy to shudder.

The martial skills of those who have ascended from the Mortal Realm are too powerful for Mortal Realm martial artists, even more so for a prepubescent boy.

Tang Luo had no intention of striking his brother again, but merely dusted off the boy’s abdomen, asking, “Does it hurt?”

“No.rnot at all!” The young boy stubbornly responded, his head thrown back, coughing out a trace of blood.

Tang Luo shook his head, pulling out a handkerchief from his pocket to hand to him. “Not only does it hurt you, but the young girl is also in pain.”

He had not held back with his punch and kick, and any ordinary Mortal Realm martial artist would have coughed up more than just mouthfuls of blood.

The twelve or thirteen-year-old girl hadn’t fully matured, and the boy in front of him was as stout as a calf. One could imagine how tough last night had been for the little girl.

Everyone only saw the blood on the young master’s face, but who would care for the tormented girl’s pain, her inability to stand due to her fragility?

In this world, advocating for equality among all is fruitless. Tang Luo was well aware of this. Even if one day he could establish a city founded on equality, it would be nothing more than a utopian fantasy.

Because such a beautiful scene of equality would merely exist within an oppressed society, dominated by absolute power. In such a society, there is no truth, and thus how can equality exist?

However, his memories and persona had already been formed before coming to this world, and this perspective, which greatly diverged from that of its inhabitants, served as his only connection to that extraordinary place. He was unwilling to let it go.

A selfish person would not feel remorse from harming others, as they simply disregarded anyone but themselves. Tang Luo, however, did not wish his brother to become such a person. Thus, his final lesson for his brother was a standpoint of empathy.

Only those who learn empathy could truly understand the real world.

Tang Xing trembled as he listened to his older brother, inadvertently casting a glance over to Miao Zhu. Her gaze was full of concern.

An unease infiltrated his heart, an instinctual need to avert his gaze from such solicitous eyes. He couldn’t comprehend why his handmaid, who had been so brutally harmed due to his actions, would still care for him.

The inexperienced young boy tried for the first time to understand love, and he concluded:

it seems, is when she still cares for you, despite being hurt

his head, then turned towards Xu Shuhui to say: “Mother, I shall take

back to

the side hall. Once outside, he saw Xu Lao Ying, leaning against a pillar with

you

uncomfortably, saying, “This kind of thing, it’s not really

who’s most adept at these ‘kind of things’?” Tang Luo quipped

You are the expert,

head, saying, “Let’s go eat first, then I’ll prepare the

Xu Lao Ying gave

responded and led him

several stewards and

caressed the young boy’s

choked by Xu Shuhui’s concern and

sight of her youngest son struggling to hold back his sobs caused Xu Shuhui’s dam of tears, barely held back, to collapse again. She cried out,

mother. I know brother is

Xing’er, you’re such a good boy.” Xu Shuhui, touched by her son’s

his boyish innocence, the child had become a man, and from then on she could never kiss his chubby cheeks again. This

not last forever. With a pang of reluctance, Xu Shuhui raised her head, cradled her son’s face once again, and said: “Mother is leaving now, this place…” She glanced past her

that, Xu Shuhui left the side hall

little maid, Miao Zhu, who was slumped on the ground in the side

the cloth, having forcefully suppressed his discomfort while his mother was present. Now he

his chest and sat down next to Miao Zhu,

him, he didn’t know what to say for a moment, but him deciding to speak first was a result of

“Miao Zhu.”

“Young Master.”

simultaneously. The little

boy’s eyes were

and began to cry with a

yet why does it make his heart tremble to see her cry today? Flustered, Tang Xing fumbled for the cloth from his bosom and offered it hastily to her, repeatedly saying, Don’t cry, it’s all my fault, please don’t