After seeing off Song Taishan and his wife, Xia Xin returned to the side hall only to find Jiangli holding a smartphone, watching a science education channel.
Xia Xin was taken aback. "Ancestor, what are you doing?"
As Jiangli scrolled through the phone, she responded with an expressionless face, "Xia Xin, I now finally understand why your era is cracking down on feudal superstition."
Xia Xin, confused, "Huh?"
Jiangli said, "In your time, there are too many frauds, too many practicing evil cultivation, willing to do anything for money. If people didn't believe in these things, they wouldn't end up taking a human life."
Xia Xin: "..."
It seemed to make sense.
Xia Xin walked over and sat down next to Jiangli. "It's also because in the first few decades, too many believed in these wicked arts, and there were too many swindlers."
Jiangli nodded solemnly and looked at him, declaring with certainty, "Therefore, we must not engage in feudal superstition."
