Evening.
Tang Hao headed home with the fifty Silver Soul Coins he had earned from his daily wages.
"Tang Hao, off work?"
"Yeah."
When villagers spoke to him, Tang Hao was no longer as silent as before. Instead, he would nod in acknowledgment.
He was no longer a Titled Douluo, and with Ah Yin by his side, he had somewhat set aside the pride of a powerful man and gained a little more patience toward others. Still, most of the time, he ignored people. While working, he merely focused on processing the required Soul Tool components. Only after work, when he collected his wages and thought of Ah Yin waiting at home, would he briefly answer others' questions.
The local villagers of Holy Soul Village had known Tang Hao for some time. Seeing that he had returned, brought back a great beauty, and had even begun working diligently, they no longer looked down on him.
After all, even with his right arm severed and his left leg gone, Tang Hao's forging skills remained astonishing, and he still possessed tremendous strength. Naturally, no one dared to look down on him.
Not to mention, Tang Hao was Tang San's father.
"Uncle Hao!"
After parting ways with that villager, Tang Hao was about to head to the Vegetable Market to buy some braised food when he heard a familiar voice and turned around.
"It's you."
Upon seeing Zhou Qing, Tang Hao finally did not give him the same perfunctory "yeah, yeah, yeah" treatment he had given the villager. "What do you need from me?"
"I wanted to tell you about those two Soul Bones. They've already been given to your elder brother, Tang Xiao," Zhou Qing said. "But Tang San and I also caused quite a stir in the Clear Sky Sect."
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