This fact was too cruel, too devastating.
Yu Xiaogang feared that saying it aloud would completely destroy the confidence of his prized disciple.
More importantly, he could not afford to lose face like this!
Admitting Chen Fan was right would be no different from admitting that his life's heart's blood was a joke!
Seeing his teacher remain silent for so long, the worry in Tang San's eyes deepened. He spoke softly.
"Master, it's okay if you don't want to talk about it."
He did not press further, merely supporting Yu Xiaogang in silence.
Yet deep in his heart, a new debt had quietly been recorded.
Whoever it was, anyone who could reduce his usually composed teacher to such a state deserved to die.
That unknown existence, along with Chen Fan and Na'er from two years ago, had been placed on his kill list.
As for Chen Fan, though he did not know how the other man had fared recently, he had never forgotten the humiliation from two years ago.
Just then, Yu Xiaogang seemed to sense his disciple's resolve to stand up for him.
A glimmer of light gradually rekindled in his ashen eyes.
Yu Xiaogang seemed to think of something, and his eyes suddenly lit up.
A thought flashed through his chaotic mind like lightning, instantly giving him the final straw to support his crumbling faith!
"Could it be... that Chen Fan followed some heretical path, which was why he advanced so quickly?"
Once that thought emerged, it began to multiply madly.
"Yes! That must be it!"
"Draining his potential, burning away his life, trading such unorthodox methods for temporary strength! Someone like that may be astonishing in the early stages, but his foundation will be unstable and his potential exhausted. In the future, he will certainly stagnate, perhaps