I... I scolded Tang Hao's son?!
Yu Xiaogang trembled all over. His blood ran cold, the world spun, and white flashes filled his vision. His dry lips moved weakly.
"I... I..."
"N-no... no, that's not..."
He staggered back a step.
He forced out a pale smile uglier than a grimace.
"L-Little Three... you can't put it like that..."
"Your father and that Clear Sky Douluo share the same roots. They might even have known each other since childhood..."
His face wouldn't stop twitching. He feared Tang Hao would appear the next second and crush him. Worse, he feared Tang San would resent him from now on. Tang San was his only protection.
If even Tang San comes to hate me...
I'm finished!
"You mustn't... mustn't speak ill of Clear Sky Douluo."
"Little Three... I acted rashly just now. I wasn't trying to scold you..."
"I was trying to tell you never to use the Clear Sky Hammer. Never!"
"I'm saying this for your own good..."
He stepped forward, shaking, and placed his icy hands on Tang San's shoulders. His expression was almost pleading, though he struggled to maintain a teacher's bearing.
"Little Three, I really did act rashly just now... I'm saying this for your own good..."
"I really am..."
"For your own good..."
Tang San stared at Yu Xiaogang's smile, uglier than a grimace, his mouth half-open and his eyes unblinking. He didn't understand. Why had his teacher suddenly become like this?
First that sudden scolding, and now this strange expression...
Teacher... scolded me for the first time...
Why...?
But his instinct to be an obedient disciple still made him nod. He licked his lips nervously and looked at the teacher who had once cared about him most.
"Oh... All right, Teacher. I'll head back..."
"I won't use the