"Grandma, I'm willing to trust the village chief. I can feel that the village chief actually bears us no malice!"
Facing Grandma's glare, Ming Yue turned her head, gazed at her seriously, and said with a small face solemn and earnest.
As a descendant of the Martial Saint and the true bloodline inheritor of Mrs. Wushuang, she had long since come into contact with the power of City Toppling Love, and was furthermore clever and perceptive by nature, born with a special kind of intuition.
Her intuition told her that Jiang Dali truly had no ill will.
"Sin! What a sin this is!"
Grandma, however, was unaware of what young Ming Yue could sense; she only thought the girl had been deceived. Sighing sorrowfully in her heart, she shut her eyes in pain and grief, no longer having the strength to concern herself with this matter.
"Village chief, if you wish to go deeper underground, please follow me!"
