"What do you mean?"
The man's expression darkened. "I treated you with courtesy, and as far as I know, I never offended you. Why are you being so rude?"
"Treating me with courtesy?"
"I was treating your mother with courtesy. You haven't offended me?"
"You're the idiot. I'm not."
"But you insist on treating me like an idiot too. That's your biggest problem."
Jiang Qiao felt an inexplicable absurdity.
He had picked up something good in the middle of nowhere, only for someone to appear and fabricate a story out of thin air, telling him it belonged to him and demanding that he return it immediately.
Wasn't that ridiculous?
Even in the Peaceful Era, he wouldn't have handed it over so easily, would he?
He would at least have given it to the police, right?
But now...
In this chaotic supernatural age, you wanted me to maintain the virtue of not pocketing lost property, fine. But you also wanted me to believe unconditionally that other people wouldn't lie.
Either you're an idiot.
Or you're treating me like an idiot.
Either way, this bastard was no good.
"I can't be bothered to waste my breath on you."
"You want the gourd? Fine."
"Come over and take it."
Jiang Qiao waved his hand, turned around, and left, searching for another place that might allow him to pass through the Air Wall.
"You really intend to keep something that belongs to someone else?" the man shouted from behind him.
"Get lost."
Jiang Qiao replied with one word.
He ignored him after that.
No matter how much the man babbled behind him, Jiang Qiao treated it all as barking.
He walked about thirty meters.
When he reached the edge of the "mountain ridge line" leading down the mountain, the voice behind him suddenly vanished.