Jiang Wang's footsteps were very soft, yet they gradually faded away in the world of sound.
Drifting into faintness, beyond hearing.
Zhu Weiwu was still wiping down his Firewood Exhausted Spear, his movements exceedingly slow, exceedingly meticulous.
It was then that Huang Jinmo descended from upstairs. Her long dress swept the floor; she remained noble, cold, and untouchable.
"You must have fought in the Yu Abyss for too long and forgotten all about human feelings and worldly ways."
That was her assessment of the conversation she had just overheard.
As the lofty Monarch of Sin, Huang Jinmo was certainly not someone who enjoyed eavesdropping on others. It was only that Divine Presence experts inevitably possessed sharp ears and keen eyes. With those two young men talking right beside her, how could she possibly not hear?
Zhu Weiwu had evidently grown accustomed to it. He merely said flatly, "It has nothing to do with the Yu Abyss. I've always been this way. Human feelings and worldly ways are nothing more than a method for the weak to huddle together for warmth."
Huang Jinmo lifted her chin slightly. She naturally admired that edge of his, but she only said, "His injuries are still far from healed. You neither kept him here to recover nor explained anything. Aren't you afraid he'll harbor resentment?"
Zhu Weiwu only said, "Jiang Wang is not one to wallow in grievance, and neither am I someone who pities the weak. No matter how much you explain, those who do not understand still will not understand. And those who understand you—why would they need an explanation?"
Huang Jinmo laughed softly. "You say you're not someone who pities the weak, but he doesn't seem all that strong either. When you faced Du Ruhui directly, you weren't even injured as badly