Mu Xingye no longer doubted Li Muchen’s identity; he was simply struggling to process the reality of it.
Zhang Daoyuan, sitting nearby, chimed in, "Old Mu, don't you get it yet? To put it bluntly, if you trace your lineage back a thousand generations or so, your ancestors were likely still eating raw meat and blood—weren't they just wild beasts with the first spark of intelligence? We are all descendants of such creatures, so there's no point in anyone looking down on anyone else!"
Li Muchen chuckled. It seemed Zhang Daoyuan had grown wiser than before; it appeared that building houses had not only tempered his character but also sharpened his insight.
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