Because White Mist Continent was even more perfect than Sun Wutian had imagined in his wildest dreams.
Every household was remembering Fang Che, mourning Chief Fang. Incense and candles filled the skies over the squares, and every building, every home, everything...
was draped in White Banners.
The grief spread endlessly through the skies over White Mist Continent, as if it could continue all the way to the edge of heaven.
Standing in midair, Sun Wutian could still hear countless people sobbing their hearts out and countless others gnashing their teeth as they cursed the Six Great Families. Not a single person believed Fang Che could have done anything evil.
Some even said, "A devil? If Chief Fang is a devil, then I'm willing to worship a devil like that!"
"We would have been willing to believe those people, but what kind of lives did we live when Chief Fang wasn't here? Now you claim he's a devil, and he's a devil just because you say so?"
"Why should we believe you? Chief Fang has finally been cleared, but he's gone. We worship him day and night and remember him day and night, but we also curse your Six Great Families day and night!"
There were even countless old women who, late at night, would set out tablets bearing the names of the Six Great Families, then take a kitchen knife and a chopping board. Gnashing their teeth and muttering curses, they would chop away with the knife—thock, thock, thock.
That was the most vicious method of cursing.
Their faces twisted ferociously as they gnashed their teeth and cursed the Six Great Families. That overwhelming resentment had almost taken tangible form across White Mist Continent as well.
Sun Wutian changed his clothes and went down to inquire around.
Only then did