Grief, injustice, heartbreak overwhelming.
Tang Fei's eyes widened as he looked toward Xuanyuan Mingjing, his expression one of incredulity, and he said, "Master, I never thought you would think so lowly of me... How could I possibly scheme against my own master?"
"Even if I dared to poison the Eldest Prince, I would never plot against my master... Master, you accepted me as your disciple, it's as though you gave me a second life, how could I commit such an inhumane act?"
"Besides, master should know about my past; I came from the Old Land, and I haven't even been here at New Star for a full year... Where could I have possibly come into contact with Lu Ban's Book of Death? And how could I have cast the Dead Water Curse?"
Tang Fei's eyes turned red, his smile bitter, and tinged with a hint of scorn.
This wasn't ridiculing others, but self-mockery.
