"He's not dead yet!"
Wu Zhangkong was utterly enraged. His chest heaved violently, and even his voice trembled with fury.
"He's your captain! Your brother who went through life and death with you! Is this how you treat him?!"
He could not believe that Xie Xie, who was usually somewhat unruly but always dependable when it mattered, could say something like that.
"Brother?" Xie Xie sneered as though he had heard a joke. "Teacher Wu, what time do you think this is? You're still talking about that?"
"What happened to us after following Tang Wulin? Shrek is gone, the Tang Sect is gone, and we're hunted everywhere, hiding like stray dogs. Now that he's become crippled, am I supposed to die alongside him?"
"My life, Xie Xie's life, isn't that worthless."
As he spoke, he bent down and pulled a half-withered lingzhi mushroom from a crack between the rocks. His eyes lit up briefly, and he casually tucked it into his clothes.
"Besides, Tang Wulin used to be a genius, the captain, the center of everyone's attention. What about now? His Golden Dragon King bloodline is gone. He's nothing but trash. Why should I still listen to him?"
He had kept those words buried in his heart for a long time.
Ever since entering Shrek, Tang Wulin had always been the most dazzling one. He had talent, bloodline, his teachers valued him, his classmates admired him, and even Gu Yue revolved around him. Xie Xie was no slouch either, yet he was always overshadowed, living beneath Tang Wulin's halo.
Situ Xuan had mocked him, Gu Yue had mocked him, and he had even had to endure Tang Wulin's unpredictable moods!
Now, the halo had shattered.
Looking at the once-lofty captain lying on the ground, barely clinging to life, he could