"Teacher, I'm sorry, but I can't listen to you this time. My blue silver grass martial soul is simply too weak." Faced with Grandmaster's furious roar, Tang San, who had always been so obedient, shook his head.
At his words, Grandmaster's face darkened. Gripping Tang San's shoulders, he demanded, "Little San, have you forgotten what your father told you? You mustn't add a single soul ring to that hammer. You can refuse to listen to me, but will you refuse to listen to your father too?"
"If you think I'm harming you, is your father harming you too?"
Tang San froze, momentarily at a loss, his eyes vacant.
Tang San looked rather frightening at that moment. Wrapped in bandages from head to toe, he resembled a living mummy. His hair was disheveled, his face covered in stubble, and his eyes bloodshot. He looked utterly defeated.
"Come, Little San. Let's talk inside." Grandmaster gently patted Tang San's back and gave Liu Erlong a look, signaling for her to leave first. Then he pulled Tang San into the wooden cabin and said gravely, "Little San, do you realize how dangerous your current condition is? At best, you could suffer a mental breakdown and go mad. At worst, you could collapse beyond recovery and lose all your cultivation."
Although Grandmaster's words were hardly pleasant, how could Tang San, who knew him so well, fail to hear the deep concern and fear behind them?
"Teacher, I was impulsive." Tang San's eyes grew hot, and he lowered his head respectfully. His present state was something Grandmaster could never have anticipated. Having lived two lives, his thoughts were far more complicated than those of his peers.
Precisely because of that, he was even more prone to burrowing into a dead end.
In Tang San's mind, his