Dian Chunqiu looked at Li Qing; his expression impassive as he spread his hands, "Do you see anything else in my hands that can explode?"
"I remember you have a kind of talisman that's really powerful when it explodes, right?" Li Qing asked in astonishment.
"I don't have any today," Dian Chunqiu said indifferently.
Li Qing: ...
He had looked closely just now, and there were not a few graves on these mountains ahead—there must be six or seven.
Exploding someone's grave, this matter is somewhat unethical.
"Because you can't bear to strike at someone's grave?" Dian Chunqiu asked with a faint smile.
Li Qing nodded.
Isn't that the reason?
If it were a barren mountain with nothing growing, he would have taken action without any hesitation.
Even if he had to overturn these mountains, he wouldn't care.
But exploding someone's ancestral grave is akin to slaughtering their parents; this matter is somewhat lacking in virtue after all.
