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"Some things are not physical," Jiangli's eyes flashed with a hint of deep meaning as she spoke, "Heavens may forgive natural disasters, but man-made disasters are unforgivable."
The four people opposite her were even more baffled by these words.
Four people, eight eyes filled with bewildered questioning, looked at Jiangli.
Chu Xi, feeling frustrated by her cryptic words, spoke with a rising temper, "Abbot, what exactly are you trying to say? Can you not speak clearly in one go? With you being so unclear, who knows what you mean? Or is it that when you charlatans from the martial world deceive people, you always like to pretend to be profound?"
Before Jiangli could react to Chu Xi's words, Song Taishan's face darkened, "Chu Xi, I understand you're anxious, but you can't just say anything you want. I am still here today, do you think it's appropriate to speak like this?"
Chu Xi fell silent, at a loss for words.
