A moment later, when Tang San heard Xiao Wu recount what had happened, his face turned deathly pale. His terror was so great that every hair on his body stood on end.
His scalp prickled, and his hair sprang upright. He shot to his feet, his voice turning hysterical.
"What? A soul search? No, no, absolutely not.
"If that happens, I'd rather die."
The fear and horror he felt at that moment far surpassed even the threat of death he had faced earlier.
Forget whether a soul search might drive him insane. Just the thought of exposing his past life and memories was more than he could ever accept.
A transmigrator, the Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record, the Hidden Weapons he loved most, and all the things he had done before—none of it could be exposed to others so easily.
Tang San wasn't really a six-year-old child. He understood perfectly well that possessing a treasure was a crime. No one would let him live after discovering these things.
Besides, those were his greatest assets for rising to power in this world, growing stronger, and taking revenge in the future.
If regret could be measured on a scale of one to a hundred, Sanzi's regret at that moment was surely over ten thousand.
I'm such an idiot.
How could anyone be this stupid? An assassin should stay hidden in the shadows, yet I kept wanting to show off in public.
The Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record's General Principles warned me: Hidden Weapons belong in the shadows. If they're used openly, they're no longer Hidden Weapons but Open Weapons.
And I dared to make assumptions without properly understanding Soul Masters' abilities. I even dared to attack a talented person with an obvious background on a whim.
*Now look at you. Your own stupidity is