The scene on the street just now—the mockery, the insults, the pointing fingers—surged into his mind again like a tide.
How was he supposed to explain it? Explain that he possessed memories of becoming a god, that Xiao Wu was supposed to be his wife?
Explain that he had not meant to expose Xiao Wu's identity and had merely acted on impulse?
If he said those things, people would only take them for the ravings of a madman and look down on him even more.
Tang San closed his mouth and silently walked to his seat. He sat down with his head lowered even further, not daring to meet anyone's eyes.
"Tang San, where exactly did you go? What happened?" Dai Mubai asked with a frown.
His tone carried a trace of severity. As Tang San's brother, he needed to know what was going on with his teammate.
Especially with the finals approaching, Tang San, as the team's core combat strength, absolutely could not afford any mishaps.
Tang San remained silent and merely shook his head.
His silence made the atmosphere in the hall even more oppressive.
Ma Hongjun scratched his head, his face full of impatience. "Come on, Third Brother, say something! You look like you've lost your soul. What happened? Did you run into someone from Spirit Hall?"
Jiang Zhu sat off to the side, saying nothing with a cold expression, but the worry in her eyes gave her away.
Although she did not particularly like Tang San, he was still her teammate. Seeing him in such a state, she could not help but care a little.
Flender and Zhao Wuji stood nearby, their expressions grim.
They had already heard some rumors: a young man had caused trouble near the central plaza, publicly slandered the Holy Son of