He really was a cunning man.
The Young Scholar smiled, somewhat amazed.
He still hadn't realized it.
He had kept accusing little Taotie with righteous indignation.
Demanding an explanation and an apology from little Taotie...
How could he be so shameless?
The only thing he was glad about now was...
Little Taotie probably couldn't understand what he said.
Though his attitude and tone back then could have given it a sense of his hostility. Little Taotie might have sensed it, too.
Didn't they say animals were very sensitive to people's emotions?
He didn't know.
He hoped little Taotie was slow to sense his feelings.
It probably was, right?
Otherwise...
Why would little Taotie have appeared in front of him again...
After he'd cursed it out?
The woodcutter and the woman gradually looked enlightened.
So that was what the Young Scholar meant...
They'd never heard of that explanation before...
As for the Black Monster—
They still preferred to call him the Black Monster.
They resented him, after all.
They thought the word "monster" suited him better.
Even though they'd never seen what he looked like.
The only thing the woodcutter and the woman knew about the Black Monster came from the Young Scholar.
They believed whatever the Young Scholar told them.
Of course.
They didn't believe the Black Monster really existed.
They believed the Young Scholar's description of the Black Monster.
So...
The Black Monster hadn't actually meant the Young Scholar any harm?
Wait—
The woodcutter suddenly realized something.
Hadn't they all thought the Black Monster was something the Young Scholar had imagined?
They already thought it was strange enough that he couldn't see something he'd imagined himself.
But if something he'd imagined himself had hurt him...
That would really turn everything upside