"All right, all right, enough." Tang Liu smiled as he lifted his teacup and took a light sip.
Long Xiaoyao gave a soft cough to ease his awkwardness.
Tang Liu continued, "After that, I altered your understanding, making your memories align more closely with everything you have experienced now, rather than having anything to do with Yan Xishui. Of course, it was true that you never knew Yan Shaozhe was your grandson."
Long Xiaoyao frowned. "So everything I remember experiencing with Ye Xishui was fake?"
"Other than Yan Xishui being there before you joined the Holy Spirit Cult out of guilt, everything else was real."
"Then where is she now?"
"At Shrek Academy, with Yan Shaozhe." Tang Liu crossed his legs, a faint smile curling at his lips. "So you have two choices now. Go find Yan Xishui and never concern yourself with worldly matters again. Or continue this performance and take your final bow in death."
Long Xiaoyao fell silent for a moment before saying, "I truly want to find her right now, but I also have to admit that I can't bear to watch Ye Xishui walk alone toward her final curtain. Besides, I have already committed much bloodshed with her, and I bear my own sins. There is no way to have it both ways in this world, so..."
Tang Liu nodded. "All right."
Long Xiaoyao glanced at him, then rose to his feet. "Then, Senior, I'll take my leave."
He had just turned to go when he heard the young man call after him.
"Wait."
He turned back and saw the young man's eyes, filled with amusement and teasing.
"Didn't you say you wanted to find Yan Xishui, yet couldn't bear to watch Ye Xishui die alone? I haven't even helped you yet. Why are you