Lan Aotian had already gone far away, but the words he had spoken were embedded in Tang Hao's heart like nails, impossible to pull out.
"Tang Hao, tell me, how could there be such a coincidence in this world?"
"You'll never be able to repay what you owe Ah Yin in this lifetime."
"The one you should hate most is yourself."
Tang Hao closed his eyes, and scenes from that year surfaced in his mind.
Ah Yin leaned against his side, a gentle smile on her face.
Her hand lightly stroked her swollen belly, her eyes filled with anticipation for the future.
"Hao, once the child is born, we'll stay together as a family forever, all right?"
He had said yes.
He had said that once the child was born, he would take her back to the Clear Sky Sect and let everyone know that he, Tang Hao, had married the finest woman in the world.
And then?
Then he had taken her to many places.
He had called it letting her see the sights of the Human World.
Ah Yin had said she felt a little uneasy, always feeling as if something was watching them.
He had said it was fine. With him there, no one could hurt her.
And then...
The people from Spirit Hall had arrived.
Qian Xunji, along with two Title Douluo.
He had fought desperately, yet he had been gravely wounded and collapsed in a pool of blood.
Ah Yin had held him and wept as if her heart were being torn apart.
Then she had sacrificed herself.
She had transformed into the Ninth Soul Ring on his body and into a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Bone.
Her final words had been, "Hao, take good care of our child."
Had he done it?
No.
He had thrown