"You're not seeking any particular Dao, unraveling any mystery, nor understanding any principle; you're not even trying to change the face of this world with your own research... You're merely acting out of spite..."
Chen Youjun's words were like small arrows, piercing relentlessly into Chen Youjia's heart.
Chen Youjia picked up a slice of mutton with his chopsticks and dipped it into the hot pot. The mutton swirled with the boiling broth, changing color, but Chen Youjia was distracted and let it overcook. Chen Youjun, realizing he had been too harsh, smiled, took the overdone meat with his own chopsticks, and placed it on his plate. Only then did Chen Youjia snap back to attention and focus on eating his meat.
After a while, Chen Youjia cursed, "You... You're just living off the remaining shade of our forebears. Have you achieved anything remarkable? Have you changed the ways of the world? You have no right to lecture me."
