If Tang San's earlier behavior at the Trade Guild had not seemed quite so calculating, making him look like nothing more than a clever child, then this incident had undoubtedly laid bare the true nature of Tang San-or rather, the Tang San who had taken over this body.
At this moment, Ah Yin finally realized something as well: her son very likely really was no longer her son.
Seeing this, Leng Xiyue took the opportunity to clasp her hand. "Ah Yin, why can't you get your head around this? Tang San is that person from another world, not your son! Your son's soul was dispersed the very moment he was born. Don't you know who your enemy is yet? It isn't me, and it isn't Spirit Hall. It's the scum who stole your son's body!"
"Think about it carefully. Even if Spirit Hall hadn't pressured you back then, wouldn't your son's body still have been taken over? With things as they are, with so many facts right before your eyes, are you really going to persist in your delusion and make excuses for the villain who killed your own son?"
That was not actually an entirely fair way to reckon things. After all, taking over the body had not been Tang San's intention, and he had had no conscious motive to do so. But the facts were still what they were. Without that Tang San, their son might have been a very good person. He need not have been a saint; if he had at least handled the aftermath properly after destroying Spirit Hall, he would have counted as a god worthy of praise.
Still, faced with the facts and Leng Xiyue's deliberate guidance, Ah Yin was finally persuaded. Somewhat weakly, she said, "You have a point. He really might