Tears welled up uncontrollably, and he whispered hoarsely, "Brother, are we just going to watch like this?"
Tang Dong bit his lip, swallowing back the roar that was about to escape his lips, tears welling up in his eyes.
Tang Bei slowly closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and forced himself to calm down. When he opened his eyes again, although anger still burned in them, there was a hint of rationality in them.
He reached out and grabbed Tang Nan, who was still trying to rush forward, his voice low and trembling: "Er Nan, listen to him. We can't be impulsive. Remember, don't use your spiritual power unless it's a crisis."
The three men stood frozen in place, watching the American soldiers continue to humiliate the old man. Every second felt like an eternity. They had never felt so powerless; they were so close, yet they had to suppress their anger and watch helplessly as their compatriots were bullied.
Tang Nan wanted to ask Tang Bei and Tang Dong, and also himself, when exactly was the moment of crisis? Could it be that they couldn't take action even when faced with such a situation?
Then what exactly is the purpose of their cultivation? Tang Nan suddenly felt a deep doubt about himself. Tang Dong seemed to immediately understand the anger in Tang Nan's eyes.
He swallowed his anger whole. "Big brother, second brother, this is just one example. Scenes like this are probably playing out in many other places across this land."
We can only save one or two people; we can't save everyone. If we don't want to be bullied, the only way is for China to become strong. For all Chinese people to become strong.
Only on that day will all Chinese compatriots no longer be so wantonly bullied and humiliated.
Tang Bei and Tang Nan understood Tang Dong's meaning, and they looked forward to that day. At the same time, they fully understood the purpose of not allowing them to use their spiritual power.
One or two people cannot change the world order. True strength is not about the strength of an individual, but the rise of a nation.
In that instant, they were filled with boundless pride. Yes, China would surely rise again. They would remember today's humiliation and repay it a thousandfold in the future.
After a long while, the American soldiers seemed to have gotten tired of playing and left, grumbling and cursing.
The three Tang brothers then cautiously approached the old man. Tang Bei squatted down, his voice choked with emotion, "Old man, you've suffered so much."
The old man looked at the three teenagers before him, their faces streaked with tears but their eyes resolute. He wiped his face with a still-dry patch of his clothing, a slight smile playing on his chapped lips. Though his voice was weak, it was firm and resolute:
"Children, today's humiliation is nothing. Don't dwell on temporary gains and losses. One day, China will stand at the top of the world."
However, I still want to thank you all... But now is not the time; to save everyone, we need to plan carefully..."
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