Dai Mubai wanted to say something more, but Flender stopped him.
Flender shook his head, signaling for him to say no more.
Tang San had already endured too much. More blame would be useless; it might even crush him completely.
"Alright, everyone, disperse," Flender said. "Let Tang San have some time alone. The finals are in two days, and we still have much to prepare."
With that, Flender and Zhao Wuji turned and left the hall.
Dai Mubai, Oscar, Ma Hongjun, and the others exchanged glances, then rose one after another and headed back to their rooms.
Only Tang San remained in the hall, crouching alone in a corner.
The night grew deeper.
He did not know how long he had been squatting there, nor how long he had been crying.
Tears filled with anguish soaked his clothes, washing over the pain and despair in his heart.
But he knew that crying was useless.
His father was still suffering humiliation in the central plaza. He could not fall.
Though his teammates had all blamed him and Meng Yiran had left him, he still had a mission of revenge.
He slowly rose to his feet. The despair in his eyes gradually faded, replaced by a crazed determination.
Spirit Hall! Ye Xuan!
Just you wait!
I, Tang San, will return!
I will rescue my father, avenge my grievances, and make every last one of you pay a terrible price!
A flash of madness flickered in Tang San's eyes. He clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging deep into his palms until blood ran down them.
He turned and walked toward his room.
From this day onward, he was no longer the high-spirited, kind-hearted Tang San he once was.
He would become a demon, living only for revenge.
As Tang San left, the