"Inconceivable, truly inconceivable!
"So this was what Shuang'er had wanted to do all along?!"
Qian Chongling, hovering in the sky, sighed. He had watched the entire course of events. At first, he had assumed Qian Ningshuang would investigate the situation, then turn around and slaughter those vermin in Lahe City, and finally, like that Spirit Master named Wang Wen, begin caring for and supporting the disaster victims.
Honestly, that alone would have satisfied Qian Chongling. He would have handled it more or less the same way.
But he had never expected Qian Ningshuang to suggest disguising herself and entering the disaster victims' gathering place. That left even an old man as experienced as him unable to understand.
Since they had confirmed they were a pack of vermin and had gathered the general intelligence, why not just kill them directly?
What could a group of disaster victims possibly do? Could it be that Qian Ningshuang was truly kind enough to repeatedly confirm whether someone deserved to die?
Over the next three days, he became even more confused. She simply stayed in the refugee camp and did nothing, apart from trying to speak with people?
Then, then he witnessed the scene before him—a scene that made even an old man who had lived through so much feel his blood boil.
At the same time, Qian Chongling pondered. Inciting the disaster victims and leading them to seize the grain did not seem any different from directly killing the vermin and distributing the grain.
The difference lay in the process. And within that process, Qian Chongling seemed to have grasped something, though it remained hazy and indistinct.
Qian Chongling had once been active across the continent as the Pope of Spirit Hall, one who loathed Evil Soul Masters. When he realized that the root