Xi'er asked, puzzled.
Situ Yong laughed long and leisurely. "He who touches pitch shall be defiled. You pick things up by watching and listening—you learn without a teacher. I was always puzzled as to why the Red King, when he could have just bullied people with his power, chose instead to win them over with his wealth, constantly upping the price. Now that I've tried it myself..."
The Elder Divine Doctor mused with a sigh, "It truly is exhilarating."
'Elder Divine Doctor, you've changed.'
Xi'er silently roasted him in her mind as she looked around. The room was simply furnished, with incense burning. A memorial altar had been set up inside, and the spirit tablet for the young widow's deceased husband was in place, receiving offerings of incense. Of the five incense sticks, three were long and two were short. The smoke was thin and faint, adding to the desolate air.
