The world where Tianyuan Kingdom stood had martial arts, but it was actually closer to the feudal dynasty of Meng Zhao's first life. The people were ignorant, and they had always believed devoutly in ghosts and gods, demons and monsters, immortals and Buddhas.
Take Gao Da Xian, for instance. No one in the village dared offend him. Even though Gao Da Xian sometimes acted like a half-baked fool, he still held considerable status and influence in Little Cold Village and the surrounding hamlets. That alone spoke volumes.
Therefore, aside from those fierce madmen who feared neither Heaven nor earth, whom even ghosts and gods would avoid by three measures, there truly were few who dared be careless about such matters.
At the doorway, San Gouzi watched Meng Zhao's solemn face, utterly free of panic, and clicked his tongue inwardly. This was truly fierce.
He had also realized that after his good friend had opened his eyes and changed his temperament, he had become a completely different person. His courage had grown boundless.
As for Wen San, though Meng Zhao had sworn an oath and he had his doubts, he quickly came to his senses. Swearing an oath did not prove everything, much less the truth of the matter. What if you truly were someone who feared neither Heaven nor earth?
Thinking it over carefully, if Li Zheng truly had killed someone, then for him to transform from the cowardly wretch he had once been into a murderer now, he must have undergone an enormous change. It was not impossible that he had become a fierce madman.
Thus, he immediately questioned him.
"What use is swearing an oath? Does any murderer who casually swears and curses get to prove that he didn't kill anyone?"
That was not wrong, either. Murderers were