"Do you know that rumors are the sharpest knife in the world, and can hurt people without them noticing? Gossip was a fearsome thing, killing without spilling blood, sharper than a knife, and more lethal than any weapon. Good words are warm in the three winters, but evil words are hurtful in the cold in June. Everyone, think carefully, how did you kill people with that cold knife you stabbed?"
In an instant, the surroundings fell silent. Everyone looked at each other in silence.
Even the few girls who were comforting an Yao changed their expressions and looked at each other.
When they met Lan Jing's bone-chilling eyes, they were as quiet as cicadas in winter. They didn't dare to make another sound, afraid that if they said one more word, they would really become murderers, just as Lan Jing had said.
This story was too scary and too shocking. They tacitly left an Yao and retreated into the crowd, not getting involved in their Affairs.
