Tang Chenyang threw out a sentence and then left the courtyard.
Watching his departing figure, a deeper sense of guilt appeared on Dean Sixin's face.
Turning to look at Elder Sizhi, he spoke somewhat reproachfully:
"Why do you speak so straightforwardly? Wouldn't it be better to be more tactful...
Chenyang, that child, rarely hears such harsh words."
"Elder Sister, those words I just said weren't harsh at all.
Actually, after exchanging with Shen Han for half a day, I have some understanding of his talents.
If I were truly to speak harshly.
It would be that Tang Chenyang, even if he were not lazy and diligently cultivated, would still not be Shen Han's match.
His talent and potential are inferior to Shen Han's.
Saying this to him would be the truly harsh words."
Elder Sizhi spoke softly to his elder sister.
Hearing this, Dean Sixin merely sighed.
"I hope Chenyang's cultivation in the future can proceed smoothly.
As his master, I failed to guide him on the right path.
