"I seriously don't get it. What the hell is face good for? I was a fucking idiot in my last life too, caring so much about face. That bastard Gangzi was the one who led me astray. Fuck him!"
"Who would care about an ant's pathetic self-respect?"
"Even if we stayed here, we'd just be obstructed at every turn."
"Flender's normally a pretty smart guy, but the moment face comes into it, he turns into a complete moron."
"He insisted on fighting to save face, then nearly got slapped to death. Suddenly his eyes cleared, face didn't matter anymore, and he was willing to get lost."
"That's fucking hilarious. Hahahaha!"
Tang San kept tearing into Flender in his thoughts.
Flender heard that stream of Tang San's inner thoughts.
He clenched his teeth harder, but the strength gathered in his fists slowly ebbed.
He silently sighed to himself.
Honestly, Tang San was right.
What hadn't he seen over all these years? Higher-ranked Soul Masters had beaten him down more times than he could count.
Yet every time, he had gritted his teeth and endured, because back then, he had only himself to worry about.
Now was different. A group of children stood behind him, the oldest only seventeen and the youngest just thirteen.
He couldn't gamble their lives on his scraps of pride.
Yu Xiaogang stood beside Flender and heard Tang San's inner thoughts from beginning to end.
He clenched his teeth too. But what churned inside him was different from what Flender felt.
He silently told himself,
*"I went to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect and secured a status for Ye Lin. That status could sweep aside some petty scoundrels blocking his path, but against someone on the level of a Titled Douluo, it still wasn't enough. It wasn't