After a bout of madness.
Tang San finally got Yu Xiaogang under control and held him tightly.
Yu Xiaogang lay motionless in Tang San's arms, with not a trace of light in his eyes. His face was red and swollen, and tears he had not shed in many years slowly slipped from the corners of his eyes.
One drop... another... another...
"Teacher, don't scare me..."
Tang San held him, his heart pounding with worry.
"Teacher, what's wrong? Did my injury scare you?"
"It's fine. I'm already better."
"I finally understand. Teacher wasn't lying to me. That mysterious person... should be Father? He's the one who's been providing me with cultivation resources..."
"Actually, I shouldn't have resisted Father... Father has worked so hard for me, and what he said makes sense too. Spirit Hall is very dangerous..."
"But I can't leave!"
Tang San's gaze hardened, and his voice suddenly rose with impassioned resolve.
He clenched his fists.
"No matter what, as long as I don't reveal the Clear Sky Hammer, Spirit Hall can't do anything to me."
"I haven't won the championship yet. I have to win it!"
"I want to prove myself. I'm not trash—I'm a fifteen-year-old Rank 40! And I want to prove Teacher's worth too. Teacher is absolutely not trash!"
"Teacher taught me!"
"Even if not for myself, I have to resist Father for Teacher's sake. Resist him to the end!"
"Because Teacher is my... Teacher?!"
"Teacher!"
"Wuh... wuhh..."
Yu Xiaogang rolled his eyes back again, his entire body convulsing as he foamed at the mouth and collapsed into Tang San's arms. A domineering, foul stench overtook the urine smell that had filled the room and rapidly spread through the air.
Xia Yan silently moved farther away.
Tang Hao stood outside the room, expressionless.
He even wanted to