"..."
Upon hearing the nickname "Xiao San'er," Tang Jin's body visibly tensed, and a hint of indescribable resignation flashed through his previously indifferent eyes.
"There's no going back, Chen Zaikun."
"Sometimes, once things are done, there's hardly a chance to take them back."
"Both you and I understand this, and Old Jin knows it clearly as well."
Tang Jin slowly spoke, but the words that came out were not of regret or turning back, but words of a more resolute farewell.
"You haven't done anything wrong, and I don't think I'm wrong either; it's just a different stance... we're each serving our own masters."
"Serving your own masters?"
Upon hearing this, the simpleminded smile on Chen Zaikun's face disappeared, replaced by utter shock and anger.
"To you, did the years of apprenticeship together at the sect essentially become a form of enslavement? And do you see the teacher as the slave master?"
"You..."
