"This..."
As Wu Jun listened to the praise gradually turn into abuse, he found himself at a loss for words.
Gao Yan had already exhausted himself in the battle, and now his face grew even paler.
Hearing those words, Xiao'er's eagerness to compete with Lin Ke began to change, turning into bitter resentment.
"Something's wrong."
Wen Meng frowned and looked at Lin Ke.
Lin Ke also sensed something was wrong, though he remained calm throughout.
The resentment outside was far too intense!
It was as though the one who had committed those atrocities was not the Fierce Demon, but Chen Anping himself.
He caught a whiff of something unusual.
Of course, those words sounded so much like the ones from his previous life.
Just blame all your misfortunes on someone else, on the Imperial Court, and you were set.
"But... Brother Chen, why did you arrive so late?" Wen Meng asked hesitantly. "I was thinking, if we'd arrived a few days earlier..."
At her words, Lin Ke's heart immediately tightened.
The next moment, his Confucian Thought rose like a torch in the night.
In an instant, an inexplicable atmosphere settled over dozens of miles around Jiangning City.
"How dare you!"
Lin Ke snorted coldly without using his Word-Bound Law gift.
Yet that supremely unyielding, blazing, fearless Thought directly influenced everyone in the Prefectural City and beyond.
Righteous Confucian Thought: where the heart led, righteousness allowed no retreat!
In a flash, the common people venting their negative emotions stopped, and silence hung in the air for several seconds.
Only after a moment did some of them come to their senses.
"I... was I just cursing a great hero?"
"What happened just now? I'm not that kind of person!"
"Oh no, I'll have to put up a memorial tablet when I get