It was deathly silent.
It wasn't until Qin Xiang in reality was drenched in cold sweat that Vengeance's voice slowly echoed: "Qin Xiang, I think highly of you, but sometimes you overstep your bounds."
"Just because I personally promoted you, you thought you were my confidant and could dare to speak out in front of me?"
"Gulp," Qin Xiang instinctively swallowed a mouthful of saliva and quickly lowered his head, saying, "I don't dare, sir."
He had the intuition that Vengeance's gaze was like a sharp sword, piercing him so much that he didn't dare to raise his head.
However, just as Qin Xiang was regretting his outspokenness, Vengeance's faint voice sounded again: "Although I am the master's closest disciple, the gap between us is as vast as an unbridgeable chasm, far greater than the gap between you and me."
"You cannot understand my thoughts; how could I possibly know my teacher's mind?"
"However, I can share some of my guesses with you."
