"You gave me the grace of remaking me. Calling you my reborn parent would not be an exaggeration."
"Even if I, Meng Zhi, were so blinded by profit that I forgot righteousness, I would never dare deceive my master and destroy my ancestors."
"Master, see clearly—I never intended to leave you behind with the Yu family."
"I have already obtained enough heavenly treasures to become a Saint. So long as you, Master, support me with all your strength, the moment I become a Saint, I will take the Soul Banner and depart for another great realm."
"I will heed your words and leave the Yu family."
Tu Shan Jun said, "If the Soul Banner becomes a Saint weapon and you refuse to sell it to the Yu family, then breaking your oath will bring you far worse than death and the dispersal of your soul."
Meng Zhi solemnly swore, "This is what a disciple ought to do."
"Even if I die and my soul scatters then, it will merely be repaying Master's grace."
"If Master does not believe me—"
"To prove my innocence, I am willing to take the Soul Banner to where Master's true self is right now, absorb the Baleful Intent of the Tiger Tomb, and trigger the Saint Tribulation."
"I only ask Master to let me take the soul banner and give me a chance to prove myself."
Tu Shan Jun looked at the kneeling Meng Zhi, a strange light flashing through his eyes.
He did not actually want his disciple to sacrifice his life.
Yet at this moment, how dearly he wished Meng Zhi's words were true.
Truth and falsehood.
Falsehood and truth.
Which sentence from his mouth was the truth?
Which one was his truest thought?
Tu Shan Jun sighed.
To execute without teaching was