Many times, the truth itself was unimportant. What mattered more was the speaker's motive.
For example, that was precisely the case now. Although countless people were secretly wondering whether Song Gudú's words were true, wanting to know whether what he had said was fact or fiction, what they needed to consider first was why Song Gudú had said those things and what he intended to achieve by saying them.
"Dragon and Phoenix Fighting?"
"Could there really be an evil dragon in this world? A divine phoenix?"
"But no one has ever mentioned such a thing before. Still, Old Immortal Song's words must be true."
The common people had all been driven down the mountain by the Feather Army. At this moment, those who could remain in Mount Lan Square or near the viewing platform were either civil and military officials, Feather Army soldiers responsible for security, elites of the Supervision Department, or the White Robe Swordsmen of Still Water Sword Hall.
This was Still Water Sword Hall's home ground, where their hall stood.
Their Old Immortal Zhishui, Mu Dingyi, had died in battle on the spot. Now, they were in the depths of grief and fury. The way they looked at Li Mu Yang was as cutting as knives.
It was only because Still Water Sword Hall was currently without a leader, and because one wave had yet to settle before another rose, that they had not had time to step forward and seek justice for Old Immortal. Before they could do so, Little Prince Chu Xun had leaped out. After the Little Prince's eyes were gouged out, Eye of the Starry Sky Song Gudú had appeared as well.
This made the people of Still Water Sword Hall unable to help thinking: *Just how many things had this Li Mu