Half a month later, thick morning fog shrouded the back mountain of Holy Soul Village. Dew soaked the vast sea of white flowers, and the air carried the fresh, sweet scent of grass and trees.
Tang Hao walked slowly along the muddy mountain path. His coarse clothes were dusted with dirt, and his tangled hair obscured most of his face. Only in those deep eyes was there a rare trace of gentleness.
He had just returned from Nuoding City. Tang San's performance at the academy had far exceeded his expectations. In particular, the footwork and techniques he had been born with made Tang Hao see hope for the revival of the Clear Sky Sect.
"Ah Yin, Little San has grown up..."
He murmured as he walked, his voice hoarse as if scraped by sandpaper. "He has already awakened his martial soul. Although he is currently using Blue Silver Grass, don't worry. I will teach him how to use the Clear Sky Hammer and make him one of the greatest soul masters on Douluo Continent..."
By habit, he headed deeper into the back mountain. That was where he had hidden his secret for years, and the only place where he could "see" Ah Yin.
As long as he saw that stalk of Blue Silver Grass, he felt that Ah Yin had never truly left.
But just as he reached the waterfall, Tang Hao abruptly stopped. It felt as though all the blood in his body had frozen in an instant.
Something was wrong.
Very wrong.
The waterfall still roared, and mist still filled the air, but that familiar life aura belonging to Ah Yin was gone.
He remembered perfectly well that the cave had been sealed by a massive boulder fitted seamlessly into the rock wall. Ordinary people could not move