The old man was angered by me. He kept pounding his chest, crying out about how a noble Immortal could be so shameless, bullying us mortals. Seeing him go on like this, his eyes vacant, he seemed to have suffered some immense grievance and blow.
I truly felt a bit of pity. If you were a bad person, I would have been ruthless and given you a sound beating. But since you don't resist and just keep crying "injustice"—well, you aren't really crying injustice, so this is truly a misunderstanding.
Still, my conscience stirred. I felt a sense of guilt and said, "Elder Wen, how about this? Letting you go back is impossible; you know our situation here."
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