Tough talk and a stiff neck are no match for a sharp knife.
Zheng Wan clearly understood this truth as well. The malevolence and venom in his eyes suddenly withdrew, and he straightened his neck, squeezing out a smile of appeasement:
"Misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding, Captain Wang, I was mistaken.
There are no demons here, all the Taoist friends are good people helping to repair the levee.
It's all my fault, all my fault!"
Wang Yuan squatted down and patted his shoulder.
"It's such a trivial matter; why didn't you say so earlier? You've taken a beating for nothing, how painful."
He then turned to look at the Snake Spirit sisters and a few Taoists from the Black Water Temple, led by Jin Shengshui, and nodded at them:
"Taoist friends, you've heard it, General Zheng knows his mistake and has recognized his wrongdoing.
The breach of the dike has nothing to do with you.
The dike is not heavily damaged; leave the rest to me.
