The passage outside the Dungeon stretched deep and long. Yun Ming stopped with his back to Tang Wulin, his voice carrying the weary wisdom of someone who had seen through the ways of the world.
"Wulin, I know you have someone you love—that you especially love Gu Yue."
Yun Ming slowly turned around, his deep eyes seeming to pierce straight into the heart. "That's why I never said much before. After all, Emotions are like drinking water: only the person drinking knows whether it's warm or cold."
"But do you realize that things are different for you?"
Yun Ming extended a finger and lightly tapped Tang Wulin's chest. "Don't forget, Gu Yue isn't the only woman by your side."
Tang Wulin froze. He was just about to defend himself when Yun Ming began listing names as readily as if counting his own treasures:
"Wu Siduo is currently following Guan Yue to seek crucial information about the Holy Spirit Cult. Wang Qiu'er is doing the same, but she's stronger, so she's responsible for protecting Wu Siduo. Dai Yun'er, that devoted princess of the Star Luo Empire. And Long Yuxue, the female general who quietly supports you in the military..."
Yun Ming paused, his gaze turning meaningful. "Oh, right, and Na'er. That's quite a few already. You mustn't forget them."
Tang Wulin listened, dumbstruck, as cold sweat trickled down his temples.
"Pavilion Master, isn't that... a bit too much?"
Tang Wulin waved his hands with a wry smile. "Most of them and I... we're friends, comrades, or like brother and sister!"
"Are you?" Yun Ming regarded him with an ambiguous smile. "Those caught in the game are lost; those watching see clearly. Sometimes, without even realizing it, you've already racked up far too many debts of affection."
Tang Wulin opened his mouth,