She'd said it: scholars and martial artists were all crazy.
Normal people in this world were rarer than three-legged toads.
At that moment, the waterball flashed to the martial artist's side.
Ding—
The two had barely touched down when several white blades struck the ground inches from their toes.
Then Shen Tang's voice rang out, simmering with anger.
"I don't care what you think, or what Meng Yuan's sister thinks. I want to know one thing—did you use Meng Yuan and me as bait?" Anyone who knew Shen Tang even a little could tell she was about to lose her temper. "You've got a lot of nerve, and a brain to match!"
"Stupid?" The young woman panted faintly, spitting out a mouthful of blood-stained phlegm. She shoved aside Madam Shen, who had tried to support her, and stared fiercely at Shen Tang. "What an arrogant judgment from someone who has no idea how hard our lives are. If you were in our position, woman, would you really do any better?"
Madam Shen hurriedly grabbed her wrist.
"Don't provoke her right now!"
If they truly enraged this baleful god before them, none of them would get away!
Shen Tang lifted her eyelids and looked the young woman in the eye.
She was clearly Tan Ting's younger sister, yet the lines of age had already crept around the corners of her eyes. If the siblings stood together, she would look more than a full generation older than Tan Ting.
Shen Tang raised a hand and used Silencing and Seizing the Voice on Tan Ting. "There may be no such thing as truly feeling what another person feels, but I know this much—self-mutilation is no way to deal with people who take what they want by force. By your logic, if someone covets