"You think you're so noble for not messing with NPCs, but how did you manage to have a half-human daughter then?"
Zhao Changhe inwardly sneered, yet he knew Xia Longyuan was referring to emotions. Throughout, his beliefs had remained unchanging, even his last words echoed the same sentiment.
He brought up nine years of compulsory education as a faux pas, seemingly to lower his own dignity, as an admission of fault? Granted, the absence of industrialized education and a broader cultural mindset was a factor, but it wasn't the key. There were people who started with even less culture and managed fine, Zhao Changhe didn't have any industrialized ideas either. In truth, a high martial arts world didn't need them... He just didn't want to admit that personality flaws had led to this, stubborn to the end, preferring to think of himself as uneducated.
But that wasn't important anymore. The man was gone, and complaining was meaningless.
He actually had been rather good to himself...
