The place for Soul Awakening was the main hall in the center of the village.
Though it was still exceedingly dilapidated, for this remote place that could even be called a backwater, it was already their best public venue.
Quite a few people who met the age requirement had already gathered in the hall for their Soul Awakening.
The tallest man stood at the front of the group, dressed in the distinctive Deacon uniform of Spirit Hall.
When Tang San arrived, not a single child stepped forward to greet him, as though they had not seen him at all.
Tang San had a touch of arrogance in his nature. As the proud disciple of the Tang Sect, he disdained to associate with these backcountry children.
Yet in the eyes of these children, his behavior naturally came across as aloofness.
And naturally, they isolated him because of it.
On top of that, Tang San was late. It was already good enough that they did not mock him; how could they possibly take the initiative to greet him?
Tang San did not care in the slightest about the children's attitude.
He sneered disdainfully in his heart.
They are merely country children. They were never meant to belong to the same world as me.
He stepped into the group, his gaze settling on the Spirit Hall Deacon.
Seeing the man's dignified bearing, so utterly different from the villagers of this mountain settlement, a trace of longing flashed through Tang San's eyes.
But when he thought of the relationship between his father and Spirit Hall, hostility flashed through Tang San's eyes again.
However, he quickly concealed that hint of hostility.
Tang San did not know Tang Hao's identity. He only knew that, for now, he could not afford to provoke the man before him.