"But as soon as we got here, this woman latched onto a local steward. She said I couldn't give her what she wanted. I knew I couldn't keep her, so I chose to let her go. But she still has to pay me back for the food on our journey. She's a woman, yet her bowl had more porridge than I did, a grown man! I couldn't let that stand, so I went to argue my case, and that's how the fight started..."
Zhao Gong's face darkened as he listened. What was all this ridiculous nonsense? Still, the man sounded so genuinely wronged that it didn't seem like he was lying.
But he couldn't just take one person's word for it, so he questioned the woman next. Under the pressure of Zhao Gong's powerful Divine Sense, the slightly plump woman dared not lie. Her story was largely the same as the man's, just skewed toward her own perspective—claiming she had no choice but to rely on someone else, that she had to swallow her pride to survive, and that now she just wanted to be her own person.
