In the crowd, someone clearly could no longer sit still, and was about to point their finger and start swearing at the nun.
After all, it was this nun who, having undergone a transformation, had cut off her own husband's manhood, leaving her with no life to speak of. And having no life was only secondary; more crucially, the nun had also nearly caused her husband to bleed to death.
But as she was about to let loose a tirade of curses, with her accusing finger already raised, opening her mouth to speak, the words reached her lips and she found herself unable to utter a single word.
It was only because the nun Su Jing had glanced at her.
Merely a brief glance, and it felt as if her gaze saw through everything about the woman, piercing directly into her soul, as if from the beginning to end everything about her was transparent under those eyes.
It even seemed as if her past and future lives were laid bare.
