By the time Tang San woke, it was already noon the next day. He sat bolt upright in bed and looked around. He was in Tang Xuan's room. He glanced at Tang Xuan, who was meditating in a chair. Thankfully, his brother was still there; yesterday had not been a dream. He remembered Tang Xuan tapping him between the brows before he passed out. Now his whole body felt much lighter, and his raging internal energy had settled considerably. He quietly got out of bed and put on his shoes.
"You're awake."
Tang San looked up to see Tang Xuan watching him from the chair. "Brother," he called. Tang Xuan walked over and pulled him into an embrace. "Xiao San, I owe you an apology. I've made you worry all this time." Without waiting for Tang San to respond, he released him and said sternly, "But do you know how dangerous your condition has been lately? Had I returned a few days later, your obsession would have taken deep root and thrown your state of mind into chaos. You were on the verge of qi deviation. By then, even your life might have been beyond saving." Although Tang Xuan's tone was stern, he truly wanted Tang San to live a better life.
"Brother, I was wrong!" Tang San immediately admitted his mistake without protest. As long as his brother was still beside him, that was enough. Tang Xuan looked at him and continued, "Xiao San, you must stay calm and composed whenever something happens. Whatever it is, acting on impulse won't solve anything."
"Besides, you should have faith in your brother. Nothing can bring me down, and no one can kill me easily. Do you remember what I told you on the hillside outside the village back then?" Tang Xuan