Three words.
Yet they sent Wang Xiaolan's heart plummeting straight to the bottom.
She froze in place. The spark that had just lit in her eyes went out in an instant.
She slowly turned around, lips trembling slightly, wanting to shout at Jiang Tian's retreating figure.
She wanted to ask him why—why he wouldn't even say a single word!
One simple "I know her" or "We're acquainted" would have let her climb out of that lightless mire.
But before she could speak, a rough hand suddenly reached out from behind, seized her arm, and roughly dragged her into the crowd.
"Damn it! You shameless bitch!" The butcher spat in her face. "I'm already unlucky enough to have married a thing like you! Do you want to drag my whole family down with you?"
Cursing as he went, he yanked her deeper into the crowd. His hand clamped around her arm like an iron vise, making her ache with pain.
"Hmph! Just wait till we get home!"
Jiang Tian heard every word.
With his cultivation at the Qi Gathering Realm, the crowd might have been noisy, but not a single word spoken nearby could escape his ears.
He knew that if he simply said, "I know her," Wang Xiaolan's predicament would be resolved in an instant. She could even live comfortably in Blackwater County from then on.
But he didn't want to.
Wang Xiaolan had once been on intimate terms with his predecessor and knew that he and Zhang Qingfeng were at odds. Yet while his predecessor lay unconscious, she had turned around and thrown herself into Zhang Qingfeng's arms.
Someone like her wasn't worth speaking up for.
He wasn't some saint.
Soon, the group arrived at the finest inn in Blackwater County.
Fang Ping and the others saw them to