When Tang Hao said he would hand the Hundred Thousand Year Soft Bone Rabbit soul bone over to the sect, Tang San was utterly stunned.
As far as he knew, his father should not have possessed any other Hundred Thousand Year Soft Bone Rabbit soul bones. Then where had this Hundred Thousand Year Soft Bone Rabbit soul bone come from?
After thinking it over and over, Tang San could only think of one possibility: Xiao Wu's soul bone.
"Dad, the Hundred Thousand Year Soft Bone Rabbit soul bone you mentioned... isn't it Xiao Wu's?" Tang San asked, his voice choked with emotion.
Xiao Wu was already dead. That Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone could be said to be Tang San's only remaining memento of her, yet his father wanted to hand it over to the sect.
At the thought of Xiao Wu's soul bone being absorbed by someone else after her death, Tang San's heart felt as though it were being cut apart.
But the one making this decision was his father. If it had been anyone else, Tang San would have fought them to the death already. But that was his father, and as the pinnacle of blindly filial sons, Tang San naturally chose to forgive him.
"Yes, it's Xiao Wu's soul bone," Tang Hao said indifferently.
It was not that he had failed to treat Tang San as his son. He simply had never treated Tang San as a person at all.
In his eyes, Tang San was merely a tool that could help him take revenge. A tool possessing the Twin Martial Souls, Blue Silver Grass and the Clear Sky Hammer, was a top-tier tool, one worthy of his embrace and protection.
If Tang San had merely been trash with Blue Silver Grass, Tang Hao would not