The old woman had always spoken bluntly. Her family line had ended anyway, and there was no one left to care for her in her old age. Who knew how she would survive from now on? She was all alone. Even if the City Lord lost his temper and had her dragged away and killed, at least she would be reunited with her family in the underworld.
That was why she feared nothing and vented every last bit of the anger bottled up inside her. Once she had let it all out, she felt much better, but the faint sorrow lingering between her brows would not fade.
Seeing that the old woman had gone pale from all her cursing, Shen Yangge immediately had someone help her aside and give her a bowl of water. With her stepping down, it was naturally his turn to take the stage.
Shen Yangge cleared his throat and put on a serious expression. This matter was grave, and he had no intention of fooling these people with his usual claims of being the River God.
After all, he was only an ordinary person now.
"I know you're all shocked by this natural disaster, and you've heard plenty about what caused it."
He remained outwardly calm, but secretly drew a deep breath before continuing:
"That's right. Most of the rumors you've heard are true. The City Lord set off gunpowder on the island and conducted drills. You know about those drills, don't you? I imagine most of you have taken part once or twice?"
One soldier spoke up. "Yes, I have."
Once someone answered, many others admitted they had participated as well. This was exactly the response Shen Yangge wanted. He narrowed his eyes, a glint of slyness flashing through them.
It vanished in an instant.