I just broke up with my boyfriend and then I transmigrated into the world of "The Lost Tomb&quo

“Oh, oh,” Ling Xiao nodded, his tone as casual as if he were talking about the weather. “You mean this?” He pointed to his head and then casually gestured with his chin toward Sang Yi. “Likewise.”

That casual "likewise" was like a soft knife, instantly piercing through all of Sang Yi's carefully constructed tragic narrative and accusations! He had originally intended to portray himself as an innocent victim, a witness to reincarnation, and a pitiful victim of persecution, but in Ling Xiao's eyes, they were actually "likewise"? All mentally unstable lunatics?!

This was more humiliating and devastating for Sangye than direct denial and insults! But he had to admit that anyone constantly harassed by Little Maitreya would go crazy, perhaps he already was. But who would willingly admit that their mind had already broken down?

"Fortunately," Ling Xiao's tone remained calm, even carrying a hint of relief, "Little Maitreya didn't let you off the hook either."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over Sang Yi's instantly pale face, and slowly added:

"Otherwise... I feel I can't forgive myself."

"Little Maitreya... I didn't let you go..." "I can't forgive myself..."

Sang Yi's expression froze and shattered instantly, then turned into a deathly despair and unbelievable fear. It was as if he was truly seeing the person in front of him for the first time, the enemy he thought he could defeat with "rebirth" and "truth".

“Could it be…could it be…” Sang Yi’s voice trembled violently, each word seemingly squeezed out from between her teeth, filled with immense panic and despair, “or is it still the little Maitreya you’re controlling?!”

He stared intently at Ling Xiao, trying to find a trace of denial or mockery on his face.

Ling Xiao did not answer directly.

He simply gave Sang Yi a look.

That look... was incredibly complex. There was no triumph, no boasting, no cruelty, not even hatred. It was a look... almost compassionate, all-seeing, tinged with a barely perceptible weariness. It was as if looking at a pitiful puppet, manipulated by strings for years without ever realizing it, finally clumsily touching the edge of the truth.

Then, Ling Xiao turned around.

Without the slightest hesitation, and without even glancing at Sang Yi, who lay limp on the ground, he grabbed the arm of Xie Yuhua, who had just arrived, and left.

"Wait! Ling Xiao! Stop! Explain yourself! Was it you or not?!" Sang Yi panicked completely. He struggled to get up and grab Ling Xiao to get an explanation, but the immense mental shock and physical weakness left him only able to reach out in vain and let out a desperate, hoarse cry.

"Little Maitreya?" Xieyuhua understood the gist of it, but still had some questions in her mind.

Ling Xiao didn't answer directly. Instead, he turned and glanced at Sang Yi on the ground, saying, "Idiot." Then he happily walked away with Jieyuhua.

Jieyuhua smiled and followed. That idiot's curse was brilliant. The child had never said anything about having anything to do with Little Maitreya. He had only said something ambiguous, and Sangyi had already lost her composure.

Sang Yi is a hopeless case; he felt sorry for Little Maitreya, who had been painstakingly raised to become such a person, not even worthy of carrying his precious shoes.

"What do you plan to do with Sang Yi?" Xie Yuhua spoke first regarding Sang Yi's fate.

"Don't worry about him, there's still that black-hearted, rotten-necked bear," Ling Xiao laughed.

"Who? Who? Who? Who is the heartless, rotten-necked blind man! Young master! How could you speak ill of a blind man like that when you're out in public!" As soon as the voice came out, Ling Xiao nudged Xie Yuhua with his elbow, meaning, "See, the person has arrived."