CHAPTER 699: CHAPTER 430: YOUR HIGHNESS, YOU WOULDN’T WANT ANYTHING TO HAPPEN TO YOUR FATHER, RIGHT?_3

"He didn’t expose my identity because he wanted to use me to lure out those remnants of the Tang Family...he felt everything was under control..."

"He could take back everything he gave me with just a single word...including our relationship, which he seldom interfered with, and I found that strange at the time....."

"But later I figured it out, when he feels that things are out of control, or when it’s time for him to wrap up..."

"By killing me and erasing me from the world, wouldn’t all the problems be solved at their root..."

It was a fight to the death, with no chance of luck, so it was particularly cruel.

The only thing Tang Fei found hard to accept was that Phoenix was caught in the middle between him and Zhong Daolong.

Fate plays with people.

Phoenix’s beautiful eyes focused intently on Tang Fei and asked, "Did you insist on coming here...just to explain this to me?"

"No," Tang Fei shook his head, "I came to tell you that revenge is real, and so are emotions."

"..."

This time, it was Phoenix’s turn to fall silent.

She felt terrible and tormented.

On one hand was her father, on the other was the man deeply rooted in her affections.

The hatred between the two was irreconcilable, so what should she do?

She couldn’t bring herself to say something as stupid as "Your father is a traitor," because she knew the truth.

In fact, the Zhong Royal Family indeed killed his parents and family, as well as the legitimate heirs of the Tang Family...

It was said that after the annihilation of the Tang Family, the underground water of Phoenix City was stained red with blood.

This illustrated just how many people died under the slaughter.

Should Tang Fei seek revenge? He should.

But could she just let Tang Fei kill her father?

And could she be with him without any psychological burden?

Does love, tainted with blood and national and family hatreds, still taste as sweet as before?

For a long time.

For a long time.

Out of the blue, Phoenix said, "You should leave."

Tang Fei wanted to say something, his throat moved, but no words came out.

At this moment, any comforting words seemed too insubstantial.

Tang Fei stood up and walked back the way he came.

Phoenix watched Tang Fei’s retreating figure, her eyes also beginning to moisten.

That question reached her lips, but she didn’t have the courage to ask it.

She was afraid Tang Fei would lie to her, and she was afraid Tang Fei wouldn’t lie to her.

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Luojia Mountain.

Shen’s Mansion.

Shen Boyu looked at Shen Xinglan sitting dejectedly in front of him with a cheerful expression and asked, "How does it feel?"

"Grandpa, I feel like a failure," Shen Xinglan lifted his head to look at Shen Boyu and said, "I didn’t expect Tang Fei to have advanced to the Grandmaster Realm, let alone..."

Shen Xinglan didn’t anticipate being inferior to Tang Fei, and it made him extremely uncomfortable.

He could accept being inferior to other junior grandmasters, but he couldn’t lose to Tang Fei.

In his heart, Tang Fei had always been his ’junior’ disciple brother, his defeated subordinate.

They had just had a sparring session in the grape courtyard, and at that time, Tang Fei was still not his match...

What happened this time?

Not to mention his unpredictable and tricky swordsmanship, but also that extremely uncomfortable Yin Yang Qi which caused him great trouble.

"If Uncle Biao hadn’t come, I’m afraid I wouldn’t have been able to escape safely."

"This is a good thing," Shen Boyu patted Shen Xinglan on the shoulder, saying earnestly, "Xing Lan, you’ve had it too smooth and too fast. This setback, having a formidable opponent, is a great fortune for your future."

"..."

Shen Xinglan could accept setbacks and wanted a strong opponent.

But that person shouldn’t have been Tang Fei.

That was his dilemma.

"Do you now understand the gap between you and Tang Fei?" Shen Boyu asked.

"Master said that I lack his resilience and his ferocity."

There was another thing Shen Xinglan was too embarrassed to say; he was mainly not as shameless as Tang Fei.

"The Great Grandmaster is perceptive. A tiger locked in a cage, compared to a tiger in the wild mountains, lacks some of that beastliness," Shen Boyu spoke piercingly, "The Old Land is not suitable for living. But those who survive are no ordinary characters."

"Tang Fei managed to come out from the Old Land, reach New Star, stand before you, and become a disciple of the Great Grandmaster... This mental resilience and fortune are not something ordinary people can match."

"Yes," Shen Xinglan gritted his teeth in agreement.

He was reluctant to acknowledge Tang Fei’s excellence, but denial wasn’t an option.

The fact was right before his eyes, and with his nature, he couldn’t spout reversal of right and wrong.

He was a proud man.

Such behavior would hurt his pride.

"It’s not too late," Shen Boyu looked at Shen Xinglan with an expectant look, "Your competition with him is just beginning."