Day after day dragged by in that strange, indescribable atmosphere.
For two full days and nights, Yang Chang'an felt more exhausted than he ever had in his life.
Of course, it wasn't his body that was tired. It was his heart.
Ever since that day, Qianjun Douluo had acted as though he'd swallowed gunpowder, finding fault with everyone he saw.
Yet Yang Chang'an couldn't avoid him, because he had to talk him around.
After all, Qianjun Douluo had given him that Soul Bone, only for him to turn around and offer it to his grandfather, Yang Wushuang. Anyone in Qianjun Douluo's shoes would have felt a knot in their chest.
Yang Chang'an understood that, so he had to soothe him.
On the first day, Yang Chang'an climbed the tree, edged up beside Qianjun Douluo, and said cautiously, "Teacher, please don't be angry. I really didn't have a choice..."
"Get down."
Yang Chang'an was thrown out of the tree.
On the second day, Yang Chang'an climbed up again and tried a different approach. "Teacher, think about it. My grandfather is getting old. Another Soul Bone means another layer of protection. I'm still young, and I'll have plenty of opportunities..."
Smack.
Yang Chang'an was thrown out of the tree again.
On the third day, Yang Chang'an still climbed the tree. This time, he'd learned his lesson and kept eighty feet away from Qianjun Douluo, crouching on a branch as he rambled on. "Teacher, please try to understand. He's my own grandfather. He raised me from childhood. I can't just watch him have a chance to improve and do nothing, can I? Be angry if you want. I'm not changing my mind anyway..."
This time, Qianjun Douluo didn't throw him down. He merely glanced at him as though he were an idiot, then