"Were they talking about you?" the woman asked.
They had already walked past that crowded area, returning to the dead-city-like quiet. This stark contrast made it feel like a dream.
"Hmm?" An Yang glanced at her.
"It really was you? How did you pull that off? So many people have been coming here for days without figuring out what was in the lake water, yet you actually managed to save the people who drank it!" the woman said in disbelief, then asked in shock, "Why didn't you save the others, then? You just left like that? Judging by your advanced skills, you must be a healer among cultivators, so why do you have zero medical ethics?"
"I can't save that many people."
"Saving even one is still saving!"
"Is that so?" An Yang stared coldly at her. "Why didn't you keep chatting with that bailiff? What are you running after me for?"
"Uh." The hostile woman's expression froze, unexpectedly showing a flustered look. "I didn't want to chat with him either, but he kept questioning me. He's a bailiff, so wouldn't it be bad if I didn't answer?"
"Unhappy? Kill him, then."
"...I haven't married yet, I don't want to die so young."
An Yang gave her a surprised look. This woman had consistently given off a hard-to-deal-with, fierce vibe. Uttering such bashful words right now really made one—
His tone had been somewhat unkind a moment ago, but now he could no longer muster that icy edge and only found it rather amusing.
"What are you laughing at? That's a bailiff! Killing a bailiff is equivalent to defying the imperial court's majesty. Once you do that, no matter how powerful an exorcist is, you won't be able to stay in the Great Tang!" The woman glared fiercely at him.