Tang Wulin glanced at Xie Xie and ignored his question as he asked, "When is Hall Master Li getting here?"
"We already contacted him, so he should be here soon." No matter how Xie Xie looked at him, he couldn't help but feel that there was something different about Tang Wulin.
It had been a few hours since he had woken up, and much to everyone's surprise, he had been extremely calm. There was no outpouring of grief for his deceased parents. Instead, he merely sat by himself and spaced out for half an hour before attending to his various duties, such as contacting Li Yun to prepare for the negotiation with the Dou Spirit Empire's royal family.
However, the calmer he appeared, the more concerned everyone was. They were all well aware of what type of person Tang Wulin was, and how much he cherished his friends and family. The near-death ordeal suffered by his father had given rise to his transformation into the crimson dragon that had destroyed the entire Spirit Pagoda branch; how could he possibly be so calm following the deaths of both of his parents? Could this be the calm before the storm?
Aside from how uncharacteristically calm he was, Tang Wulin would occasionally space out and stare into nothingness, but strangely enough, that didn't seem to have affected his appetite in the slightest.
"Let's go." After finally having his fill of noodles, Tang Wulin stood up and strode out of the room, followed closely by Shrek's Six Monsters.
All of them had accompanied him at all times ever since he had woken up in case he lost control over his own emotions again, but during the past few hours, Tang Wulin had behaved in a manner that couldn't have been more normal.
However, the more normal he appeared, the more abnormal he seemed to everyone.
In reality, Tang Wulin's emotions were currently in an extremely tumultuous state. During the short span of just three days, he had encountered far too many inconceivable things, and he was reeling from the enormous influx of information. In particular, the deaths of his foster parents and the revelation that his birth parents were a pair of legendary gods still had him feeling as if he were in a dream.
Everything seemed to be so far-fetched and unrealistic. There were no longer any traces of his foster parents and birth father left in this world, and he wouldn't even be able to see Old Tang ever again.
The knowledge that his foster parents weren't going to die had soothed his pain and grief significantly, but it did nothing to assuage the sense of loneliness that he had been left with.
In the face of this myriad of tumultuous emotions, he needed time to reflect and adjust, which was why he seemed to be so calm on the outside. He needed time for introspection and to come to terms with his far-fetched reality.
At the very least, there was one thing tha
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