"Benefactor, you jest."
"But Mr. Jiang is indeed an approachable man."
"This old monk has traveled to quite a few places. Although I have never encountered an unparalleled expert like Mr. Jiang, I have met some other masters."
"An Awakened who can converse with ordinary people like Mr. Jiang."
"Is extremely rare."
The Old Monk recalled everything he had seen along the way after leaving Cloud Mist Mountain with Jiang Qiao.
Jiang Qiao treated people with great gentleness.
Even when speaking to common villagers, he would politely address them as "Uncle," "Mister," or "Old Sir." He showed none of the lofty disdain that most Awakened displayed toward ordinary people.
He still remembered something Jiang Qiao had once said.
"These villagers struggle for a full meal, hovering on the edge of life and death every time they venture outside."
"Do you really feel accomplished throwing your weight around in front of such a group of unfortunate people? You don't have to help them; it isn't your obligation. But bullying them is truly despicable."
"If you want to prove how impressive you are."
"It's simple."
"Kill a few members of the Guangming Society, and everyone in the circle will think you're formidable."
"Do you dare?"
"If you're afraid of the strong, that's fine."
"When it's time to bow your head, you should bow it."
"There's nothing shameful about that."
"But if you boast and brag while only daring to bully the weak."
"Then no matter how strong you are, you're still trash."
On the river.
The Nanyang Man did not hesitate for long.
Now that they had confirmed the woman was dead, there was no need for these two ships to continue existing.
Of course.
The two ships were of little value.
To them, they could destroy them—or leave them alone.