At that moment, the entire private room was eerily quiet.
Tang Wulin stood with his head bowed, fists clenched, a vein twitching at his temple.
Zhao Tao's words from just moments ago still echoed in his mind.
Every word, every question, slammed like a hammer against his unwavering faith in the Tang Sect.
If anyone else had dared to slander the "idol" in Tang Wulin's heart,
Tang Wulin would have blown up at them long ago.
But the one who had told him all this wasn't just anyone.
It was Zhao Tao—the Brother Tao he respected, admired, and trusted most!
The benefactor and half-mentor who had guided him through countless training sessions.
The captain who had fought alongside him and saved him from danger time and again!
Who should he believe?
Brother Tao, or the Tang Sect?
At that moment, Tang Wulin's thoughts were a tangled mess!
"Look me in the eyes! Answer me! Do you have a chance?"
Seeing the uncertainty in Tang Wulin's eyes, Zhao Tao knew his words had gotten through!
Fixing Tang Wulin with a piercing stare, Zhao Tao asked again.
At that moment, Tang Wulin's eyes were filled with confusion, fear, doubt, and struggle...
Countless emotions surged in his pupils!
"Most likely... I don't..."
"But, Brother Tao, it's hard for me to accept what you're saying..."
After hesitating for a moment, Tang Wulin finally nodded and answered in a low voice.
Everything Zhao Tao had said ran counter to what he had believed all his life.
But when he carefully considered every word and every argument Zhao Tao had made,
they were all so clear and reasonable, so difficult to refute!
He couldn't help but be convinced.
"Wulin, I know my views might be hard for you to accept."
"After all, ever since you were