"Everything was proceeding according to the proper course?"
For the first time, Xiao Wu's voice was so bitter. What did he mean by the proper course?
Tang San had once promised her that he would never casually slaughter Soul Beasts again.
Yet soon afterward, he had used a pile of high-sounding excuses to sidestep those solemn vows.
Xiao Wu had once believed that everything Tang San did was right. She had been captivated by his righteous grandeur and impassioned words, believing that the best human in the human world ought to be so spirited and heroic.
But when she opened her eyes for the first time and truly, seriously looked at Tang San as a person—
A chill ran down her spine, freezing her to the bone.
Was there a possibility that Tang San had not always stood on the righteous side, looking down from on high at those who had done wrong? Perhaps he was simply exceptionally skilled at twisting black into white, ensuring that he himself never stopped winning?
Since the war began, how many lies had Tang San told that contradicted his own words, failed to add up, and were riddled with holes?
Xiao Wu could barely count them anymore. Yet every time—Xiao Wu meant every time—Tang San lied with the same righteous fervor.
It sent a chill through Xiao Wu's heart. If Tang San had always been this kind of person, then just how many times had she been deceived by his so-called righteous words?
Tang San did not think there was anything wrong with it. For a long time, biting the hand that fed him had been what he did best.
The Eight Spider Lances possessed a life-devouring effect, allowing him to crush powerful enemies. After gaining such an advantage, Tang San immediately set his