Xuan Zi Gains Wisdom, Shao Zhe Loses It!

Seeing the aggrieved look in Yan Shaozhe's eyes, Xuan Zi's heart clenched painfully.

For some reason, a sudden sense of guilt welled up within Xuan Zi.

Shao Zhe was a child he had watched grow up. For all these years, no matter what mistakes he had made or what happened within the academy, Shao Zhe had always stood firmly behind him, placing an almost unconditional trust in him as his senior brother.

Now that he had suddenly told him about this matter and saw him, at his age, wearing such an expression, Xuan Zi truly could not bear it.

Xuan Zi sighed. He rose to his feet, walked over to Yan Shaozhe, and patted him on the shoulder, signaling for him to sit down first and not be anxious.

"Shao Zhe, I watched you grow up. In my heart, you are no different from family."

"The reason I did not tell you certain things was not because I did not trust you. On the contrary, if some matters were revealed before the proper time, it might not necessarily be a good thing for you."

Yan Shaozhe raised his head and looked into Xuan Zi's aged yet sincere eyes. Something stirred in his heart, but he did not rush to speak.

Xuan Zi continued, "Though that brat is utterly outrageous, one thing he said just now was right: water too clear harbors no fish. A person is complicated. Nothing can be simply black or white."

"The things that happen in this world, as well as the people one befriends, cannot be summed up by the four words 'friend' or 'enemy.'"

"Especially the matters between your teacher Mu En, Dragon Emperor Douluo, and Death God Douluo—their relationship with one another."

Seeing Yan Shaozhe's confused and puzzled gaze, Xuan Zi pursed his lips.