Shen Yue grasped Lin Ping's meaning.
Just as a poet once said—no snowflake in an avalanche is innocent.
By extension, in the arena of power, no one is innocent either.
The feast of power has always been one where blood is the wine and human flesh the meal; if you're part of it, you're consuming human blood and flesh. How can one claim to be innocent?
Lin Ping might be the murderer who killed Hua Jianbing's father. In a son's eyes, a father is often perceived as great and perfect. As a father, in most cases, he tries hard to maintain this image. Although Lin Ping did not explicitly say so, the image of Mr. Hua has become anything but optimistic.
Ye Biluo exhaled softly, "I knew you would strike back. Isn't slinging mud your usual tactic?" He chuckled and added, "For thousands of years, the wise have always known the importance of controlling the direction of the wind."
Shen Yue saw Ye Biluo regain ground without batting an eye, yet his heart felt no thrill.