"You say we only use our mouths to talk, but aren't you also empty and relying on nothing but words?"
Black Ox paid no heed whatsoever to the meaning behind Qiu Yan's words, nor did he care about logic or common sense. He tried to brush it all aside with one overbearing sentence. But after the earlier debate, such words only made people feel that he was running out of arguments and could only conceal it with brute insolence.
A decline had inevitably appeared in the words of the Heavenly Spirits and Earthly Fiends Host.
Even the chief leader could clearly feel it. More than that, he keenly sensed that the Fortune that had originally been continuously gathering onto him was gradually shifting, converging toward Qiu Yan instead.
That was almost unimaginable.
There's no reason for this! Even if the martial world people in the stronghold were swayed by a few words from this Marquis of Pacifying the Realm and began leaning toward him, he doesn't understand the essentials of the formation. How could he instead gather Fortune?
Just as the chief leader's resolve wavered, Qiu Yan responded to Black Ox's words. He reached into his robe, took out a book and a brush, and said to Black Ox, "Indeed, empty words prove nothing. Whether the plague can be brought under control and more disaster victims saved cannot be determined by our debate here alone. Nor will you have any effect by simply raising the banner of righteousness. That is why this official came here to offer amnesty. If you truly wish to save the common people, then you might as well endure humiliation and bear heavy burdens by serving as officials in the imperial court. I can assign your duties to the Residential Care Institute and the Beneficent Medicine