"Of course." Tang San agreed immediately.
The conversation within their divine souls had taken only an instant. Outside, Dai Mubai and the other two were still kowtowing incessantly, blood from their foreheads staining the ground red as they cried so hard they could barely breathe.
"Third Brother, we shouldn't have been afraid of death. We shouldn't have lacked the courage to follow you into Slaughter City..." Dai Mubai's voice was hoarse as a broken gong. "Li Pu destroyed our martial souls and turned us into cripples. For the past half year, we've lived worse than pigs and dogs. We regretted it long ago! Third Brother, we truly know we were wrong!"
"Third Brother, we let you down. We let Shrek down..." Ma Hongjun trembled all over as he cried. "After you left, we panicked. We didn't even dare resist..."
Oscar limped forward and slammed his forehead heavily against the ground. Choking back sobs, he said, "Third Brother, we don't ask for your forgiveness. We only ask that you don't abandon us again... Even if we've become cripples, we can still serve you tea, run errands, take blades and spears for you. We only want to follow you..."
Tang San finally moved.
He stepped forward, bent down, and reached out to support the three who were still kowtowing. His voice was calm, yet carried an unquestionable force. "Get up."
The three froze, then raised their heads and stared at him through tear-filled eyes, disbelief written all over their faces.
"Third Brother..."
"I said, get up."
Tang San repeated himself. Dark-red Asura Divine Power flowed silently around his fingertips. "Crying and sniveling like this—what do you look like? Since when did the Shrek Seven Devils become so pathetic?"
The three shuddered and hurriedly pushed themselves up from the ground, swaying as they