"The wooden hut is on fire."
"Yes."
"Who set the fire?"
"I don't know, but it certainly wasn't me, because the person I called to set the fire should not have arrived yet, although he should be here soon."
"Is there a person named Suxin in that hut?"
"No."
"Phew—"
"Are you very anxious? And suddenly relaxed about what?"
"It's nothing, I'm just glad that such a pitiful person wasn't in the hut, not burned to death. It's something that makes me happy."
"This might be something that Iron Gall Divine Constable would be happy about as well."
Jiang Dali watched as the Dragon Guard Hall drew ever closer, the high winds tossing his disheveled hair; he smiled faintly and said.
"It seems you don't particularly hate Iron Gall Divine Constable either?"
Wang Yuyan was surprised.
Jiang Dali calmly said, "Hate is a manifestation of impotence.
At the very least, Iron Gall Divine Constable does not yet qualify for my hatred.
