On the video call, Wen Yan looked at Cai Qidong's sullen face, utterly confused.
"You're asking me what I was doing? I'm just a weakling, okay? I came here to try and talk some sense into King Guilong, but didn't manage to. So how was I supposed to stop him?
Later on, I took an innocent bystander to the hospital, and then I thought—what if no one here has eaten?
Can't have everyone risking their lives on an empty stomach, right?
Where's the justice in that?
I just came over to drop off some food, and then bam, I couldn't leave.
What do I know? I know nothing, okay?
Tsk, Minister, you don't actually think I could follow those gods duking it out, let alone get involved, do you?
As for the Rakshasa Bird?
I have the mental fortitude of iron; it couldn't tempt me. For me, that weakling isn't even as tough as the village guard goose.
Is there a problem with that?
