"Gouge out his eyes. Let him understand that some things aren't his to pry into."
"There's no use keeping trash like him alive. Just cut him down."
Someone drew a divine sword and strode toward Jiang Ping An, hoping to win Su Jin's favor.
Seeing things take a turn for the worse, Su Jin immediately stopped them. "What are you doing? I know Junior Brother Jiang. He isn't that sort of person. Even if he were, you can't just kill someone at the drop of a hat."
Killing someone merely for taking a few glances at another person would be far too brutal.
Su Jin passed through the crowd, walked up to Jiang Ping An, and asked with concern:
"Junior Brother Jiang, why is your aura still fluctuating? Are you short on divine medicine?"
She noticed that Jiang Ping An's condition had not improved at all.
Jiang Ping An restrained himself from looking at the necklace on Su Jin's chest.
"Thank you for your concern, Senior Sister Su. I just bought some restorative pills and was about to go back and take them."
"How good are the pills you bought, Junior Brother Jiang? Do you need me to lend you some money so you can buy better ones?"
Su Jin was deeply concerned about Jiang Ping An's condition. "We'll be heading to the Death Temple in two years. If your mental state hasn't returned to its peak, entering the Death Temple could put your life in danger."
Sensing her goodwill, Jiang Ping An smiled faintly. "Don't worry, Senior Sister Su. I'll be fine."
The ability to sense others' emotions allowed him to see the darkness in people's hearts, but also their kindness.
Su Jin breathed a sigh of relief. "That's good. If you're short on money, tell me. I can