The Demon Monarch of Ten Thousand Transformations remained silent.
He could, of course, continue to argue, saying that your vast lands and population cannot be represented by just a few exceptions. Women, as creatures, are inherently emotional, with their little brains controlling their larger ones helplessly, and I could easily mock your so-called local customs with plenty of examples.
But it was pointless.
A rotten peach, no matter how cheap, is still just a rotten peach.
Who wouldn't want to eat a fully ripe peach?
I don't want to eat!
In the Real World, the three-headed Yamata Orochi, already stuffed to the brim, was sobbing uncontrollably.
I don't want to eat, I really don't! Spare me, please!
Sparing you is not possible.
Laozi has endured for so long just to summon you out for environmental cleanup, how can it be that you don't want to eat?
