Even when he had protected everyone and kept them from losing their lives, there were always people criticizing and complaining - lamenting about the damage to their homes, the broken courtyard walls, and so on during the fights.
"You are indeed useless; I've observed everything you've been through these days."
Feng Qing'an's indifferent gaze shifted. He looked at the young man standing before him - initially not having high expectations of him. However, seeing all that the young man had undergone, there was a certain sense of pity for his misfortune and frustration from his pretense.
Feng Qing'an was well aware of humanity's baseness; greed was almost instinctual, and if one was continuously favored, they would soon take it for granted.
Just like the young man who was protecting the town, initially, he was appreciated. Yet all it took was a month. Despite him constantly risking his life to fight against demons.
