What should you do when the person closest to you, the one you respected most, made a mistake and hurt you?
Forgive him, of course~
What else? The harm had already been done. If you retaliated, aside from making yourself feel better, you'd gain almost no real benefit.
As someone who had lived two lives and whose mental age had already passed forty, the "adult" Tang San forced a smile onto his stiff face, an expression that looked half like crying and half like laughing, and said in a dry voice, "This wasn't Teacher's fault. Back then, absorbing the Soul Ring of that Mandala Snake was my own choice..."
From the perspective of an observer, Tang Chuan could tell that Tang San's words were, to some extent, not entirely sincere.
However, Yu Xiaogang, caught up in the situation himself, did not notice any of that—or perhaps he ignored it. At this moment, his heart and eyes were filled entirely with Tang San's words, "This wasn't Teacher's fault." A look of delighted surprise appeared on his dejected face, like a drowning man clutching at a life-saving straw. No matter how faint the hope was, he was unwilling to let go.
His lips trembled, his eyes reddened, and he looked so overwhelmed with emotion that he could barely control himself.
"Xiao San..."
Just as Yu Xiaogang opened his mouth, about to say something, Tang San's expression suddenly changed. By instinct, he turned his head and looked toward the distant horizon.
Seeing this, Yu Xiaogang froze. "What... what is it?"
Tang San frowned tightly, his eyes flickering with shock and uncertainty as he said in a low voice, "I don't know, but just now, in that instant, I suddenly had an indescribable feeling. It was as if... something important had disappeared..."
"Something important?