With Xu Laoying's sharp senses, he could clearly hear the complaints of the onlooking citizens of Xiling directed at him.
"However, this might be for the best. If they direct their resentment at me, the girls won't have to die," thought Xu Laoying. Although he knew he'd been set up, he didn't harbor any resentment against the four girls. He just wanted to shoulder the responsibility himself and let everyone disperse.
In order to reinforce this impression, the Saint's Son held his head high, feigning indifference, causing the spectators to grind their teeth in anger, their voices growing louder with discontent.
Catching Xu Laoying's reactions from the corner of his eyes, Tang Luo could grasp his intentions and couldn't help shaking his head in disappointment.
