Oscar left as well. Loneliness, helplessness, disappointment, pain—countless emotions battered Ning Rongrong's twelve-year-old heart. Tears silently slid down her cheeks, and she suddenly realized that perhaps she really had been wrong. Had she ever had friends? Among the children her own age in the sect, they either groveled before her or stayed far away whenever they saw her. Behind her back, they all called her a little witch.
Friends were nothing but a luxury. No, no, no. Ning Rongrong suddenly felt a powerful panic welling up within her. This night was destined to be sleepless for her.
Many years later, when Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Ning Rongrong recalled her younger days, she told her children that there had once been a night—the most painful night of her life—that became the crucial turning point that changed her entire life.
Morning.
Tang San woke from cultivation. Training his Purple Demon Eyes every morning had long since formed a habitual body clock.
Oscar had not slept today and was cultivating instead, though he had yet to wake up. Tang San quietly left the dormitory, floated up onto the roof, and began his daily training.
After finishing his Purple Demon Eyes training, Tang San practiced his hidden weapons for a while before going to breakfast. He had risen the earliest, and by the time he finished eating, Dai Mubai finally arrived at the cafeteria with a gloomy expression. Seeing Tang San, he merely nodded and said nothing else.
After Dai Mubai, the third to appear was Lan Xue. Zhu Zhuqing and Ma Hongjun came after her.
Ma Hongjun looked refreshed, as if he had lost several pounds. Although Fatty was rough and boorish, he still knew how to read the room. Seeing Dai Mubai's grim face, he did not dare say much and hurriedly