After Sun Shijie left, the oppressive atmosphere in the courtyard dissipated significantly.
Zhao Guo'an supported Sun Yiyang and said with concern, "Master, you..."
"Little An, it's you!" Sun Yiyang said, as if he just noticed Zhao Guo'an standing next to him, with a look of surprise.
"..." Zhao Guo'an.
Didn't we just have a conversation ten minutes ago?
While he was at a loss for words, Sun Yiyang suddenly clutched his chest, looking pained, and said, "No, no, my blood pressure's a bit high right now, you need to disappear from my sight quickly."
"Master, I came to..."
"I know, you're here to make me angry, or to check if I'm dead yet," Sun Yiyang lamented, "Little An, if you were just ungrateful, burning your bridges, I wouldn't have much to say.
At most, I'd blame myself for being blind and misjudging my disciple.
But this time, you not only burned the bridge, but also dug a big hole at it. You've ruined my reputation in this life!
