Faced with the rejection and isolation of those around him, Jiang Chen chose to repay hostility with kindness. He smiled and waved at them, even offering some of them words of comfort.
"Don't think the worst of others. Sometimes, showing a stranger a little kindness is also showing yourself a little kindness."
"I'm no bandit. Every sacrificial offering in this bag was earned through hard work."
"I've lost a whole lot of weight from exhaustion, and just now, some villains even plotted against me and nearly got me killed. You have no idea how much effort I put into getting these."
"Forget it. Think whatever you want."
Under the crowd's barrage of condemnation, Jiang Chen suffered a rare defeat and stopped trying.
The Reincarnators clenched their fists and stared at him in grief and indignation.
You have no fucking idea how much effort we put into getting those sacrificial offerings! Your fucking hard work was stealing them from us!
As the people gathered there grew increasingly furious, they clearly looked ready to attack.
Jiang Chen's eyes darted about. Without another word, he summoned the River Earl, who carried him far away at King-Level speed, leaving his voice echoing behind him.
"Backing down isn't fear, but tolerance toward others. They're just a few sacrificial offerings. You can't bring them into this world or take them with you when you die. There's no need to make yourselves ill with anger over them. Go on home."
His tone carried a sense of release, as though he were the one who had been robbed.
"Fuck!"
"You motherfucker..."
"￥@#~%&*"
The Reincarnators who had temporarily gathered to guard against Jiang Chen were now trembling with rage.
They had never expected that, though they had defended themselves physically, they would be completely unable to block his psychological