"Teacher? Have you ever truly regarded this old man as your teacher?"
Xiao Liang turned to face Nalan Jie, his voice cold. "I told you he was my friend. I said he was to be treated with courtesy. But what did you do? Did you think I wouldn't see through your little scheme?"
At these words, Nalan Jie trembled. Still, he muttered defiantly, "But he blinded my son! Shouldn't I be allowed to vent my anger?"
"Shut up." Nalan Jie, concerned with saving face, spoke quietly.
Xiao Liang, on the other hand, believed that one should have nothing to hide. His expression hardened as he rebuked him loudly, his eyes filled with the disappointment of a mentor for a failed student.
"For all these years, you have sent gifts to honor me, which shows you have a sense of gratitude. But this time, you were wrong. Do you claim to be unaware of Nalan Feng's usual behavior?
