Pfft...
At Mei Xiaofang's words, Ye Wucan could no longer hold back a mouthful of blood and sprayed it out on the spot.
Yes—if they had taken Sikong Jing away back then, nurtured his family properly, and treated them as true family, Willow Leaf Holy Manor would already have soared straight into the heavens.
They would have possessed the most terrifying genius in the Central Plains, possessed a future powerful Sacred Body.
Sikong Jing might even have become Willow Leaf Holy Manor's second Saint Martial Stage powerhouse after Liu Duoye in nearly three thousand years.
Mei Xiaofang continued, "If you had accepted Yue Xi's grandfather's words decades ago, you would have had a Saint Martial Stage powerhouse long ago. Once someone reaches the Saint Martial Stage, who would still dare call him a demon?"
"Even a woman like me, who knows nothing of martial arts, understands such reasoning, yet you people keep pushing them away."
"Hahaha! But with your character, Zheng Long and I are only thankful now that A-Jing wasn't brought here by you back then."
Mei Xiaofang unleashed a relentless verbal barrage at the entire hall. At this moment, she had finally held her head high and let out all the resentment in her heart.
And the meaning of her final words was crystal clear: even if Sikong Jing had been brought here, he would probably only have been tormented by them.
After Mei Xiaofang finished speaking, Sikong Jing smiled again.
"Ye Wucan, many things were coincidences as well."
"For example, Cold Dragon Patriarch. I didn't know he would appear in Willow Leaf City too, but he did indeed hasten my steps."
"Oh, right. Liu Shitian did not die at Cold Dragon Patriarch's hands."
As those words fell, everyone from Willow Leaf Holy Manor widened their eyes again.