If it wasn't a trial, why would this happen?
This was the conclusion Tang Zhan and the others had reached after discussing it.
They had also based their guess on the Divine Oracle Bo Saixi had given them.
Yu Xiaogang hadn't thought of this himself, but he simply bluffed them into believing that was the case.
And now they believed Tang San's bad luck came from undergoing the Sea God's trial.
"Yes, as long as we're a little more careful with this trial from the Sea God, we'll be fine."
Yu Yuanzhen didn't particularly care what happened to Tang San. His own son had a divine trial too; all that mattered was that his son wasn't dragged into this.
Yu Yuanzhen was already trying his best to keep Yu Xiaogang away from Tang San, terrified that the bad luck might spread.
Tang San couldn't nod or speak. Neither was a safe way to respond.
"We know you understand."
"Little Third, you don't have to say anything."
Tang Zhan chimed in.
Tang San was utterly miserable. Why did this damned trial have to torment him so much?
He couldn't speak, couldn't be pushed around, couldn't lie down, and couldn't sit.
If he sat, the slightest lapse in attention would send him tumbling down. Worse still, it always happened in a way that seemed perfectly accidental and natural.
If he lay down, he might wrench his back just by rolling over.
If someone pushed him around, one careless moment would send him flying out.
Even if he pushed himself, the result was the same.
Eating was even worse. Unless he chewed his food to an extreme degree, he would choke as soon as he swallowed. It was sheer misery.
Tang San had taken chewing thoroughly and swallowing slowly to the absolute limit.