"Oh, you've got designs on your younger brother's wife too. Tsk, tsk, tsk."
"Tell me, why don't you two just swap?"
Perhaps feeling a little tired, Broken Brush flew straight onto Su Mo's shoulder and began spouting nonsense, pointing at the people behind them one by one and exposing the secrets in their hearts.
"And that woman over there. Stop looking around. Yes, you."
"Haven't you noticed your skirt is torn? Or have you noticed and are deliberately pretending you haven't?"
"Ohhh, Pen Lord gets it. Are you trying to attract your older brother's attention on purpose?"
"Forget it. Your brother has designs on your close lady friend. He was even badmouthing you behind your back a couple of days ago..."
"That old man there, you're an elder of the Sect, yet you peep at the Sect Master's wife bathing... does your Sect Master know..."
"And what's-your-name over there..."
"..."
Broken Brush's incessant chatter exposed everyone's private thoughts one by one, stirring up a commotion behind them.
Everyone knew Broken Brush possessed the power of mind-reading, but no one knew whether its words were true or false.
Perhaps they were all lies, meant to break down their mental defenses.
They might also be true. Truth and falsehood were hard to distinguish, yet they all planted seeds of something bad in their hearts.
Nevertheless, what it said had indeed already left everyone deeply embarrassed.
Some had clearly been nothing more than vague, fleeting thoughts, yet Broken Brush made them sound so sordid.
Killing intent rose in everyone's hearts, and they erupted with unprecedented, heaven-surging power, closing fiercely on Su Mo, Wu Pangzi, and the brush.
Yet they could hardly let their killing intent show, lest others take it as confirmation of Broken Brush's wild claims.
In an instant, those behind them