"Heh, the Saintess is the Saint Son's woman. You may not be mine now, but you soon will be," Tang San said coldly. The contempt in Hu Liena's eyes had deeply wounded his pride.
Hu Liena's gaze toward Xu Ran just now had been so respectful, so adoring. And now? All she had for him was contempt and disgust!
In an instant, the contrast drove him mad with rage. He wanted to vent, yet felt somewhat helpless.
He had never believed himself inferior to Xu Ran, so why did the people around him treat them so differently?
It was as though he and Xu Ran were as far apart as heaven and earth.
Being treated this way made him feel terrible. His strength had clearly risen, and now, apart from Xu Ran, he could disregard everyone else. So why was he still so miserable?
He was Tang San! He was someone reborn! He had Twin Martial Souls!
Tang San's heart bled. It felt as though thousands upon thousands of incomparably sharp needles were stabbing viciously into it. The stabbing hurt so badly-not physical pain, but anguish of the mind.
To Tang San, mental anguish caused the greatest suffering. He could endure Xu Ran beating him savagely or defeating him, but he could not accept those looks, as though anyone could ignore and despise him.
"Tang San, what do you mean? Teacher never said she would have you marry yourself." Hu Liena's eyes were icy, her gaze toward Tang San devoid of any feeling.
Tang San was despicable and shameless, as different from Xu Ran as heaven was from earth.
Xu Ran was kind and innocent by nature, and friendly toward others. What did Tang San have to compare with him?
Never mind that she had already fallen for Xu Ran-even