His voice was cold enough to send shivers down one's spine.
The woman trembled all over. She did not dare disobey Qin Yang and hurriedly rose to her feet with the child in her arms.
"Look. Where is this Water Lord you all worship?"
Qin Yang looked at the villagers.
The villagers lowered their heads, not daring to look at Qin Yang, afraid that he would give them another slash.
"I'll count to three. If you still don't disperse—"
"I'll send you to meet the Water Lord."
Qin Yang said calmly.
The villagers were scared out of their wits and fled in all directions.
Meng Feng, watching from afar, was stunned.
He had not expected Qin Yang to kill the moment he said he would, without the slightest hesitation.
"You definitely can't stay in this village any longer."
"Here's some money. Take it, and hurry back to your parents' home with your child."
Qin Yang secretly stuffed a silver ingot into the woman's hand.
"My lord, your great kindness and virtue will never be forgotten by my son and me!"
Tears streamed down the woman's face in gratitude.
"Go. Don't ever come back to this cursed place."
Qin Yang waved his hand.
The woman hurried away with her child in her arms.
"Old Huang, follow her."
"Escort this widow and orphan out of here."
Meng Feng said in a low voice.
A constable nodded lightly and quietly followed after the mother and son.
Qin Yang returned with the Soaring Moon Blade in hand. "Village chief, tell me—who was right and who was wrong now?"
Zhao Jiang's face twitched. Yet he did not dare refuse an answer, and could only say against his conscience, "Lord Qin, you were right."
"That just goes to show that something isn't necessarily right just because