"Xuan Zi."
"Do you even hear what you're saying!"
Mu En looked at Xuan Zi with bitter disappointment, his nearly murderous gaze seeming ready to swallow him whole.
He valued Xuan Zi more than his own disciples and had even entrusted him with the heavy burden of carrying on Shrek's glory. And this was what he got in return!
He valued Zhang Lexuan just as highly. As his successor as Pavilion Master, Xuan Zi had no reason not to see that. Yet in the man's heart, her worth seemed as light as a feather!
"Yes..."
"Did I say something wrong?"
Faced with Mu En's fury, Xuan Zi felt a surge of fear, a cold sweat breaking out within him, but he remained bewildered.
As someone who considered himself the most morally upright person on the Douluo Continent, he saw nothing wrong with his thinking.
He admitted that he had acted wrongly, but did that mean Zhang Lexuan had to be innocent? Where in the world was there such a rule?
Although he had no idea what Zhang Lexuan might have done wrong, did that matter? He simply believed she was at fault. Was there a problem with that?
Or could it be that his martial uncle was unwilling to defend him as he always had, unwilling to trust him anymore, even in front of an outsider like Zhang Lexuan?
For a moment, Xuan Zi's heart turned cold with disillusionment.
"You..."
"Will you only be happy once you've driven me to my grave..."
"Cough-"
A deathly silence settled over Mu En's heart.
A moment later, the man before him actually enraged him enough to make him cough up blood. He spat out a mouthful, his head feeling ready to split apart.
"Martial uncle, what's wrong!"
At the sight, Xuan Zi lost