"Senior, there is one more thing I don't understand."
Huo Yuhao rested his hand on the chair, his knuckles rhythmically tapping the armrest of the wooden chair as he looked at Ah Yin.
Ah Yin sorted through her emotions quickly. Over these ten thousand years, what she had become best at was not remembering.
As long as she did not remember, those matters would not stir her emotions, giving her one more shred of courage to remain in this endless prison of time.
"Go ahead."
Ah Yin looked at Huo Yuhao and smiled softly. Before her stood a high-spirited youth, brimming with vigor, as though a breeze of revival had brushed across her once-dead heart.
"Why did Tang San make such arrangements?"
"No matter what, at least ten thousand years ago, the historical records did not portray him as someone so devoid of humanity, did they?"
"He avenged his father, respected his teachers, and cared for his companions. Even if his methods toward Spirit Hall were somewhat ruthless, they were ultimately only the means one ought to use against an enemy."
"One day in heaven is one year on earth. Barely more than twenty-seven years have passed—why did Tang San's temperament change so drastically?"
"No matter how vicious his schemes against the Auspicious Beast and me were, he merely placed us in the position of enemies. Though his methods disgusted me, he could at most be called a viperous opponent."
"But why could he be so vicious toward his own daughter, his own brother, and even his own parents?"
Huo Yuhao did not let the fact that Tang San was his opponent cloud his judgment, nor did he go out of his way to disparage him. Instead, he viewed him from a relatively objective perspective.
This would help him handle