Though Tang San had been humiliated like this, he didn't get angry—or perhaps he was just forcing down his fury.
He said, "As long as you tell me what your Martial Soul is, we can call this matter settled."
"Ah—"
"Don't just let it go, San Ge! You can't even deal with her?" Ma Hongjun asked anxiously.
If Tang San didn't help him get revenge, how was he supposed to avenge himself?
Surely Tang San hadn't taken a liking to the woman in front of them. Wasn't he only in love with Xiao Wu?
Tang San scolded him, "What happened between you is just a minor matter. Consider it a lesson. I'll help you recover in a few years."
Compared with his companions, his own interests mattered more. As long as he got what he wanted, he wouldn't care in the slightest if he had to sacrifice these companions.
They were just a few members of his team. It wasn't as if he couldn't do without them.
Just like Zhu Zhuqing had now been replaced by Zhu Yun, and Yu Tianheng had joined them too. That was no problem at all.
Under Tang San's gaze, Ma Hongjun could only shut his mouth. Dai Mubai didn't dare say another word either. They were just supporting characters in Tang San's story. If they still wanted to become gods, they had to obediently be dogs at his side, not make demands of him.
Without Tang San, they were nothing.
What else could they do? Keep their mouths shut and silently draw circles.
It would probably take years to heal their little brothers. They would have to go to Sea God Island and complete the God Trial before they could earn the reward of having them repaired.
Tang San turned his gaze back to