Ying Xiu couldn't utter a single word, kneeling on the ground, as if he saw his own light and pride completely extinguished.
His father had never said such words to him, and now, the words of Zhenren Canbao undeniably cast him into unbearable mire.
Yun Rong had never been one to offer comfort proactively, even now, when the man kneeling beside her like a drenched dog was her Young Master.
But considering her desire to live more leisurely and carefree days in the Tianxi Sword Sect in the future, she couldn't help but patiently placate him with a few words, "Bitter medicine cures sickness, harsh advice proves true, our Grand Ancestor Master is only doing this for the Young Master's sake, Young Master should accept the teaching with an open mind."
Words of comfort like 'this is for your own good' truly leave one at a loss for words.
Baili An let out a rueful shake of his head, suddenly feeling a gentle tug on his sleeve.
