Su Jiu knew that even if she explained, A Meng might not believe her, so she simply could not be bothered to waste her breath.
A Meng suddenly sneered. "As expected of a heaven-favored prodigy from a great sect. You've spent so long looking down from on high that you have a whole arsenal of lectures ready. Unfortunately, I'm not someone who can stomach being lectured by others.
"But I'm curious. Since you'd already thrown me into that illusion realm, why didn't you leave me to fend for myself? Why let me out instead?"
Su Jiu said nothing.
A Meng, however, seemed to suddenly figure something out and laughed aloud. "Don't tell me you thought I would be grateful to you for sparing my life.
"Su Jiu, oh, Su Jiu, how cruel you are. Do you know that people like us would rather die in a beautiful dream than face reality?
"Giving someone hope, then pushing them into despair-when it comes to manipulating hearts and playing power games, no one can outplay you, Su Jiu."
Su Jiu listened quietly, never interjecting from beginning to end, letting A Meng recount what she believed to be the truth.
Little Gift and she were one. Although what Little Gift had done was not what she had wanted, it had ultimately happened because of her. She might as well shoulder this inconsequential blame; over the past few decades, she had carried plenty of other pots of blame on her back.
A Meng could not see Little Gift or the Spirit-Cleansing Pool Water, nor could she sense any other living presence here, so she attributed everything she had suffered to Su Jiu.
Su Jiu had always been indifferent to this, but Little Gift and the Spirit-Cleansing Pool Water could no longer hold back.
"Why save