Ye Xinglan's Collapse

Seeing Tang Wulin lower his head in silence, his heart tangled with conflict, Zhong Shenxiu spoke again, his tone carrying a hint of guidance that instantly shattered Tang Wulin's self-doubt.

"Wulin, you don't really think that everything you have now was given to you by the Golden Dragon King Bloodline, do you?"

Tang Wulin shuddered and abruptly raised his head.

The confusion and timidity in his eyes were instantly replaced by astonishment, shock, and a trace of disbelief.

He stared blankly at Zhong Shenxiu before him, his thoughts churning without end.

The boy before him was always so dazzling, always so composed.

His pale golden vertical pupils looked down upon all things, seeing through every illusion in the world. There had never been confusion in his eyes, nor hesitation, nor timidity.

People feared his ruthlessness, dreaded his strength, and stood in awe of his power.

But only those who truly knew him, like Tang Wulin and Xie Xie, understood that Zhong Shenxiu had never been some cold, emotionless machine.

In the past, for certain missions unknown to the rest of them, he had deliberately sealed away his emotions and lived like an iceberg that had stood for ten thousand years—cold and distant.

Yet in private, he had always protected those around him, always treated his friends well. Beneath that icy shell lay the gentlest heart.

It was precisely because of that gentleness that Tang Wulin trusted him without condition.

At that moment, Zhong Shenxiu's words were like a clap of thunder, splitting apart all the hesitation and self-denial in Tang Wulin's heart.

Tang Wulin fiercely questioned himself deep within!

Tang Wulin, what are you doubting for the sake of some illusory power?

Tang Wulin, why were you doubting your best friend and questioning your own heart because of a divine