But upon hearing Flender's words, the already battered Yu Xiaogang trembled with agitation, his eyes glaring fiercely at Flender. He pushed him away, as if saying:
You dare mock me?
Even you are kicking me while I'm down?
Get lost!
All of you, get lost!!!
"Alright, alright, alright. You're arrogant, you're amazing, you're incredible. You're in this pathetic state and still throwing tantrums? If you're truly capable, find a way to survive on your own. I'm done."
Flender gave Yu Xiaogang a thumbs-up, initially intending to turn and leave, but then remembered the years of mental pressure Yu Xiaogang had put him under and the money he had spent on him. He turned and kicked him to the ground:
"Damn it, you're in this wretched state and still throwing a tantrum at me? I gave you too much face! If you ask me, Dean Xin should have just killed you directly! If it weren't for you, would Erlong have waited so many years? If it weren't for you stirring up trouble, would our Shrek have closed down?
If it weren't for you, maybe I would have already taken my students and joined Heart of Fire Academy to live a good life. Having a friend like you, I, Flender, have truly had eight lifetimes of bad luck! How unlucky!"
"Ptooey!"
Flender spat forcefully on Yu Xiaogang's face. After finally venting the indignation in his heart, he immediately felt relieved.
He turned, flapped his wings, and disappeared into the night.
Yu Xiaogang lay in disarray, trying to get up from the ground, but it was incredibly difficult to get back into his wheelchair.
Looking at the bright moonlight, Yu Xiaogang felt utterly desolate. He had many things he wanted to say, but he couldn't utter them.
How did he end up like this, abandoned by everyone?
The future he envisioned was one where he would endure humiliation for thirty years, finally waiting for the Clear Sky Sect's twin spirits genius, who, under his guidance, would become a legend in the Spirit Master's world, making everyone understand that Yu Xiaogang had returned, bringing back a disciple who could shake the continent. Spirit Hall, Clear Sky Sect, Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School—all would become his allies...
How could it be... how could it be like this now?
On his weathered face, tears streamed down. He truly... couldn't hold on any longer, he had collapsed. He had lost everything.
And just as his vision blurred with tears, a young figure slowly emerged from the darkness. His expression changed as he recognized the other person:
"San... San..."
Yu Xiaogang could only utter indistinct sounds.
Who else could that figure be but Little San?
I knew it! Little San is my most valued disciple. He will definitely understand me, he won't abandon me!
Until, a middle-aged man's angry voice echoed in his ears:
"Yu Xiaogang, what a good job you've done! I entrusted Little San to you for cultivation, and what have you taught my son to become?"
"What is your crime?!"