Damn!
Jiang Qiao had only asked one question.
He hadn't expected the Old Woman to ramble on and on.
She was as chatty as hell.
As for whether there was any truth to what she said?
"What happened to those million people afterward?" Jiang Qiao pondered for a moment. "Did they all die?"
Obviously.
The Old Woman had been talking about something she herself had done in the past.
In the eyes of the old man from the little temple, such behavior had been unacceptable, so he had chosen to punish her.
So.
Who was right and who was wrong?
"They didn't exactly die... Hehe, that old monster pretended to be a Sage and released them all."
The Old Woman spoke sarcastically.
"I see."
Jiang Qiao nodded.
The result was obvious. The old man from the little temple had been right, and the Old Woman had been wrong.
Why?
Right and wrong were judged by the outcome.
The old man from the little temple had subdued the Old Woman while preserving those people's lives, so his actions had been absolutely correct.
There was no room for dispute.
When everyone ended up happy, it was certainly worth beating gongs and drums over.
"I thought you were that old man's former lover. I was wondering whether I'd been too rough and failed to show enough respect for the elderly."
"Fortunately, the truth is clear now."
"You're definitely more disgusting than those aunties who jump around downstairs in the middle of the night instead of sleeping."
Jiang Qiao laughed.
At that moment.
Blood had become the only color around them.
It was boundless like an ocean, swallowing everything around it.
Anything devoured by it was instantly corroded away. Even the invisible, intangible void was riddled with deep, gloomy hollows.
"Arguing with your mouth