The old woman became somewhat panicked, the wrinkled face twitching as she spoke in a low voice, "I'm not...I'm just..."
None of these people paid her any attention; one by one, they turned and walked toward the direction of the village. They needed to rebuild their homeland, to arrange the funerals for those who had died. At the same time, they also needed to reflect on themselves, wondering why they had been so harsh on Ye Qing before, to the point where he did not even want to speak a word to them. It is not easy to find faults in oneself, but through the old woman's behavior just now, they could easily feel how excessive they had been in the past.
"Have you let go?" Chu Mo asked with a smile, looking at Ye Qing whose aura seemed different.
"Mhmm, I've basically let go." Ye Qing replied softly, "I just didn't expect so many people to die, I hate myself for not having discovered it earlier."
