Watching Shao Zi Song get thrown out, an elder said, "We shouldn't have let that man out. Master Bei brought him here back then, but he's still just an Arrow Slave. He'll never change."
The others agreed.
Gong Ling frowned. He didn't care about Shao Zi Song at all. Master Bei had long since died and become a thing of the past. He looked outside Tai Mo Hall. Could Lu Yin help them or not?
On Arrow Mountain, Shao Zi Song gritted his teeth and cursed venomously under his breath.
Nearby, a disciple shouted at him, "Shut up! You're an Arrow Slave. Don't make a sound. Don't you know how important the arrow selection is?"
Another disciple said, "Get lost. Don't bother us." With a giant blocking the entrance, all the disciples were in a foul mood.
Shao Zi Song lowered his head and left, his expression dark. He was Master Bei's disciple, after all. There was a time when these disciples wouldn't even have been worthy of meeting him. Now they treated him like this. His hundred-year punishment as an Arrow Slave had cut off his future. In Tai Mo Hall, he was just a servant anyone could scold.
No. He couldn't let things stay this way. He refused to accept it. There was no future for him in Tai Mo Hall. He looked outside, his gaze turning vicious. Gong Ling, you showed me no mercy, so I'll show you none. Since you've treated me this way, don't blame me for what I do.
Night fell, and Tai Mo Hall sank into darkness. With his hands behind his back, Gong Ling continued to gaze outside, his face looking much more weathered.
Suddenly, a streak of light flashed across the night sky, heading from Arrow Mountain toward the stars.
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