Tang San and Su Xuan's First Meeting

Su Xuan simply took care of Tang Hao's body.

"Alas, when a man dies, his light goes out. Only in death does one realize that all things are empty."

Such a peerless powerhouse had simply vanished just like that.

Chrysanthemum Douluo sighed as well. Even five of him probably would not have been enough to fight Tang Hao, yet he was still standing here while the even stronger Clear Sky Douluo lay dead on the ground.

Su Xuan stopped lamenting. He burned Tang Hao's body to ashes and placed them in a crystal box. As for the soul bones, he put them into Tang Hao's storage Soul Tool.

Chrysanthemum Douluo watched the Saint Son "aid the enemy" without saying a word. In his years of experience, speaking less and watching more was what a subordinate ought to do.

"Let's go. Let's see what sort of person Tang Hao's son is."

"So, what exactly did Deacon Su come here for?"

Tang San looked at Su Yuntao, who was sitting on the sofa, feeling rather speechless. It was almost evening. Had he come to his house to mooch a meal?

What kind of excuse is that? If you're going to make something up, at least make it convincing. I may only be six, but that doesn't mean I'm stupid.

Su Yuntao felt a little awkward. After all, the Saint Son had merely told him to come take a look. What else had he said? Oh, something about a little girl in pink.

Su Yuntao's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly said, "Ahem, I actually did come here for something."

"Then please, Deacon Su, go ahead. If there's anything I can help with, I'll do my best."

"Mm. I was ordered by an important figure to find a little girl wearing pink."

Tang San was puzzled. He was looking for Xiao Wu? Could Xiao Wu have some connection to Spirit Hall?

Perhaps. After all, not just anyone could possess Innate Full Soul Power.

Perhaps they were Xiao Wu's family. But to be safe, he should ask a little more.

Tang San asked, "Did that important figure say anything else?"

Su Yuntao thought carefully, then shook his head and waved his hand. "No. Actually, he only told me to come early. He'll be here soon."

Speak of the devil, and he arrives.

Knock, knock.

A knock sounded from outside the door.

"The door isn't locked. Please come in."

A young man dressed in white walked straight inside, while Chrysanthemum Douluo remained outside to keep watch.

The first time Tang San saw Su Xuan, his first impression was one of sheer amazement. Although he was a man and not someone who cared particularly about appearances, he still had to marvel at how exceptional this fellow looked. Red lips, white teeth, peerless beauty—like a piece of jade painstakingly carved by the heavens.

As Su Xuan entered, he found that the house differed greatly from what he had imagined. His first impression was that it was shabby, followed by dirty.

Fortunately, Su Xuan was not severely germophobic, and the house had not reached an irredeemable state. There were still places where he could set his feet.

"Saint Son."

Deacon Su was a loyal member of Spirit Hall, so he immediately hurried over to Su Xuan's side.

Tang San narrowed his eyes as he studied Su Xuan. Saint Son?

"Deacon Su Yuntao, we can talk after this matter is settled."

"Yes." Su Yuntao's eyes burned with excitement. This time, he would at least be promoted by one rank. Once he got his promotion, he would immediately marry his girlfriend. Hahaha.

Su Xuan opened his pale golden eyes and began studying Tang San as well, the son of the Clear Sky Douluo.

Tang San's black eyes met Su Xuan's pale golden ones. A faint violet glow gradually surfaced in Tang San's eyes, while a divine light appeared in Su Xuan's pale golden gaze as well.

"Mmgh."

Tang San gave a muffled snort, a tear slipping from his eye. He had suffered a hidden loss in their silent contest just now. In terms of eye techniques, he was weaker. Both the quality and quantity of his Spiritual Power were inferior as well.

Su Xuan, meanwhile, was somewhat astonished. What an impressive fellow. He had not even used his full strength, yet for a boy Tang San's age to achieve this much was remarkably impressive.

"As expected of Tang Hao's son. You're great, kid."

Su Xuan gave Tang San a thumbs-up, his eyes full of praise.

"You know my father?"

Tang San hurriedly asked. He was anxious to find out where that stabbing pain in his heart had come from.

"Of course. I just saw him."

"Where is he?!"

Tang San's voice involuntarily rose, his tone turning anxious.

Su Xuan fell silent for a moment. Then he patted Tang San on the shoulder and handed him a sea-blue ring.

"My condolences. This is what your father entrusted me to leave you. Some of the questions you've had all this time should be answered inside."

Tang San stood there blankly. He did not reach out to take the ring Su Xuan offered him, only silently thinking, My... my only family... has left me just like that? A clear tear rolled down the boy's cheek.

"Is... is that true?"

Tang San's voice trembled unusually, revealing a grief rarely seen from him.

"I have no reason to lie to you." Su Xuan lifted his head. Strictly speaking, he bore some responsibility for Tang Hao's death, and he did feel guilty about it.

Su Xuan glanced at Tang San, who was nearly lost in a daze, and said calmly, "Your father was a true top-tier powerhouse. You are his son. Don't disgrace him."

Tang San looked up, his eyes already red. He roared in a voice that was almost a howl, "What exactly happened? My father was clearly just an ordinary blacksmith!!"

Su Xuan sighed. "Your father was quite the extraordinary man. He was so strong, yet in your eyes, he was only an ordinary blacksmith. If you want to know, take a look at what your father left in that ring."

Tang San gradually calmed down. Blind anger could not solve anything. He began examining the ring Tang Hao had left behind. The first thing that caught his eye was a Green Jade Box.

"What is this?"

Tang San asked when he did not understand.

"Your father's ashes." Su Xuan's tone was calm, as though it were merely a trivial matter. "Keep them safe."

Tang San remained silent, but the hand holding the box trembled slightly.

Tang San continued searching. Next was a letter.

Tang San opened it, and inside was everything he wanted to know.

The letter was very long, and Su Xuan had no time to wait for Tang San to finish reading it. "Where is Xiao Wu?"

Tang San was highly wary. He did not trust the person before him.

"Why are you looking for Xiao Wu?"

Su Xuan stroked his chin in thought, then flashed a toothy grin.

"Because, if you do the math, I'm probably her father."

Tang San was speechless. You're only how old? You look about thirteen or fourteen at most. I may be young, but that doesn't mean I'm easy to fool.

Su Xuan was dissatisfied. "Do I need to lie to you? She's just a little girl. Anyone trying to take advantage of her would probably be a pervert. Besides, since your father entrusted his belongings to me for me to pass on to you, that at least means he trusted me, right?"

Tang San considered it carefully. It was not without reason.

"The innermost room. Go find her yourself."

After saying that, Tang San continued reading the letter. The information within nearly overturned everything he had believed about his former father, who drank heavily and was lazy and gluttonous.

Su Xuan smiled and said no more. Today's target was right before his eyes.