"What brings you to find me, sit and speak."
Tang Chenyang came today with a quest of reproach, naturally unwilling to weaken his momentum.
"Uncle, did you go looking for that Servant Disciple yesterday?"
"Hmm, just at the teahouse on the east side of the city, the tea-drinking environment is quite nice."
Elder Sizhi’s answer was forthright, having no intention to conceal.
In response, Tang Chenyang’s expression began to darken.
"Uncle, you clearly know that Shen Han and I have grievances, yet you..."
"What grievances?
You’ve only met him a few times, apart from that competition, what other relations are there?
As for that competition, it was your own arrogance, wanting to stand up for Qianmu Fan, that led to this."
Elder Sizhi spoke directly, without any reservation.
Hearing this, Tang Chenyang’s expression grew even more unsightly.
"That Servant Disciple made me lose face in front of others, isn’t that a grievance?
Moreover, my loss of face brings your mentor and uncle’s face shame as well."
"Competitions have wins and losses, victory and defeat are commonplace.
As your Uncle, rushing into the Martial Arts Arena to protect you then was already showing responsibility.
In reality, you shouldn’t hold grievances against him.
Furthermore, the matter of my and your mentor’s face being shamed need not be mentioned.
If you wanted to bring us honor, you wouldn’t be so lazy.
You also wouldn’t meet us now with excuses, saying you cultivated too late last night.
Last night, you certainly weren’t cultivating, you were just playing around."
His words were so direct it was hard for Tang Chenyang to accept.
Hearing this, Tang Chenyang simply opted not to argue further.
He turned away, looking at his mentor.
His mentor has always indulged him, unlike his stern uncle.
"Mentor, can you say something about Uncle..."
"I really hate that Shen Han. Just seeing him makes me feel nauseous..."
In front of Dean Sixin, Tang Chenyang spoke with a hint of coquettishness.
In the past, Dean Sixin would indulge him somewhat, but today...
"Chenyang, the sect has already made its decision on this matter.
Besides, your uncle protected you at the time, violating sect rules.
We were wrong first, strictly speaking, that kid Shen Han has the right to blame us."
"Master, are you also defending him? Are the rumors outside true, do you want to rope him in and make him a direct disciple?"
Tang Chenyang looked at his master and asked directly.
Dean Sixin’s nature doesn’t like to embarrass people and always offers a way out.
But today, Tang Chenyang saw the exit but refused to take it.
"Chenyang, your master really doesn’t want to hide things from you.
Your uncle has a high opinion of that kid, thinks he’s quite good.
So..."
This statement clearly told Tang Chenyang they intended to enlist Shen Han.
And hearing this, Tang Chenyang still had no intention of stepping down, even showing a hint of anger on his face.
"I don’t want to be in the same sect as that person.
Thinking of addressing a servant disciple as senior brother, I cannot accept it.
If you, master, still insist on recruiting him, then please expel me from the sect.
I, Tang Chenyang, will seek another sect’s refuge."
Tang Chenyang seemed to think he was negotiating well.
If that didn’t work, he’d up the ante.
After all, he is a talented disciple who has unlocked seven bindings; he doesn’t believe he can be easily discarded.
Hearing this, Dean Sixin’s face showed even more disappointment.
Dean Sixin actually still had a glimmer of hope for Tang Chenyang.