Tang Seng fell silent.
He was overwhelmed with emotion, and, truth be told, deeply distressed.
After all his years in the Buddhist School, this was his first encounter with its dark side. Though it was only a small Buddhist scripture, it left him shaken.
When the Demon Sect had spread stories of the Buddhist School's misdeeds throughout the Three Realms, Tang Seng had been reluctant to believe them.
But now that Qiao Ling'er had given him this scripture, Tang Seng finally understood: the Demon Sect really did seem to have been telling the truth.
The Buddhist School was hardly anything good.
Stripped bare, it was simply a matter of the victor becoming king and the loser becoming an outlaw.
At that thought, Tang Seng would have been lying if he said he did not feel distressed.
After all, discovering such a dark side to the faction he belonged to was no small ordeal for an upright man like Tang Seng.
But he was no longer a child. He knew full well that every faction, even the Heavenly Court, had its own dark side.
After all, a faction devoted purely to righteousness could never endure for long.
In the past, he had never needed to confront this darkness, so he could simply close one eye and let it pass. But now that no one remained in the Buddhist School to handle such matters, as long as he did not want to join the Buddhist School, he, Tang Seng, would have to do it himself.
In other words, Tang Seng believed that however bad the Buddhist School might be, it was at least a little better than the Demon Sect.
The scripture was not difficult. Tang Seng needed only four hours to memorize almost all of it. After discussing matters for a