The miasma was dazzlingly multicolored, gorgeous yet eerie. Countless voices shouted their attitudes: "We don't need saving!" and "Treat Meng Qi as an evil demon!"
Meng Qi held a long saber in his left hand, his right hanging naturally at his side. Standing atop the mountain peak, his azure robe fluttered with the mist, and he neither startled nor grew angry at their words. Instead, he said with extraordinary calm:
"If I were an evil demon who ignored your lives and merely waved the banner of salvation to seek profit, what would your thoughts have to do with me? Whether you need 'saving' isn't for you to decide."
His voice was low and gentle, yet it seemed to split into tens of thousands of strands, burrowing into different scenes and ringing clearly and vividly beside the ears of different tribes at different distances.
The tribesmen who had been shouting were instantly rendered speechless. This move greatly shocked the hidden Gu God. He had actually borrowed the connection of his own Witchcraft Gu Art to transmit his words in reverse, splitting them into thousands of strands with astonishing precision. If their positions had been reversed, he certainly could not have done it. It was just like the legendary Immortal Technique.
"If I truly came here to save you with all sincerity, how could I fail to consider what would happen to you after the Blood Robe Sect and the Gu God were destroyed? How could I have made no other arrangements? Trying to shake my resolve with this is nothing but wishful thinking. I'll say it again: whether you need saving isn't for you to decide." Meng Qi spoke gently, his tone without the slightest ripple. "That's because you're weak. You lack sufficient strength to support your own ideas and complete