Seeing Tang Wutong Again

After a moment, Xiao Wu finally withdrew her gaze from Huo Yuhao, as if she had suppressed all her thoughts in that soft sigh.

Her voice was gentle as she spoke, carrying a hint of an elder's approval of a younger person. "Is this Yuhao?"

On the way here, the God of Destruction had already given a brief introduction to the person he was going to meet. Huo Yuhao naturally knew that the person in front of him was Tang Wutong's mother, his future mother-in-law.

Upon hearing this, he immediately stepped forward and replied respectfully, "Auntie, I am Huo Yuhao."

Xiao Wu nodded, her gaze lingering on him for a moment, and said, "Thank you for taking care of Xiao Qi when we were in the Douluo Continent."

Huo Yuhao quickly waved his hand, his tone sincere. "Auntie, you're too kind. This is what I should do."

After saying this, he glanced sideways, his gaze passing over Xiao Wu's shoulder and looking at the closed door not far behind her.

He lowered his voice and asked tentatively, "How... is Tang Wutong?"

Upon hearing this, Xiao Wu's gaze darkened, and she sighed softly, her voice filled with undisguised heartache. "She's been staying inside and won't come out, refusing to see anyone."

"This was a huge blow to her."

Huo Yuhao was silent for a moment, then looked up at Xiao Wu and asked softly, "Then... should I go see her?"

Xiao Wu glanced at the eerily quiet room behind her, hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded. "Go ahead. If Xiao Qi is willing to see you, please help me persuade her. She has too much to say, and someone has to open a channel for her."

Huo Yuhao nodded emphatically, said nothing more, and turned to walk towards the door.

He reached the door, raised his hand, and gently knocked twice on the door, trying to keep his voice as gentle as possible. "Tang Wutong, it's me."

After a short while, a soft sound finally came from the tightly closed door.

The door hinges turned, and a familiar face slowly appeared in Huo Yuhao's sight.

Tang Wutong stood inside the door, her long, light blue hair falling messily over her shoulders.

Her usually bright and lively eyes were now red and swollen, with tears welling up in her eyes and her eyelashes were wet, as if she had just been crying.

Her face was filled with pain and exhaustion, and her helpless expression made Huo Yuhao's heart clench.

The moment Tang Wutong saw Huo Yuhao, it was as if she could finally break down; all her grievances and breakdowns found an outlet at that moment.

She suddenly threw herself into his arms, wrapped her arms tightly around his waist, and buried her face in his chest.

Tears welled up uncontrollably, instantly soaking a large portion of her clothes.

Huo Yuhao didn't say much, but simply raised his hand and gently patted her back, his movements slow and tender.

He lowered his head and whispered softly in her ear, "It's alright, I'm here."

Watching the two embrace and walk into the room, the God of Destruction in the courtyard withdrew his gaze, turned to Xiao Wu standing to the side, and said, "Young people have their own topics to discuss, so don't worry too much. Yuhao a steady kid, he'll comfort Xiao Qi properly."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Wu turned her gaze away from the closed door and sighed softly again.

She was silent for a moment, then finally nodded and whispered, "I hope so."

Inside the room, Huo Yuhao held Tang Wutong's hand, and the two sat side by side on the edge of the bed.

He turned his head to examine her expression. Although her eyes were still red, her emotions were much more stable than before, and her breathing had gradually calmed down. Only then did he carefully ask, "Have you... seen your father?"

Upon hearing this, Tang Wutong stiffened slightly, lowered her eyes, and remained silent for a long while, her fingers unconsciously clenching the fabric on her knees.

Finally, she gently shook her head, her voice low and hoarse. "No."

A hint of surprise flashed in Huo Yuhao's eyes. When Tang Wutong left Douluo Continent and returned to the Divine Realm, she clearly said that she wanted to find out the whole story, confront Tang San face to face, and find out the whole cause and effect of his actions.

He had assumed that the first thing she would do upon returning to the Divine Realm would be to see Tang San, but to his surprise, she didn't go to see the "culprit."

Seeing the doubt in Huo Yuhao's eyes, Tang Wutong's gaze dimmed slightly, and she slowly said, "Actually... many things were already determined the moment I returned to the Divine Realm."

"I don't need to see him, I don't need to confront him. I already know in my heart that he did all of this."

At this point, her brows furrowed involuntarily, and a hint of unconcealed sorrow crept into her voice. "So... there's no need to see him anymore."

Huo Yuhao listened quietly, without rushing to reply.

He could tell that although Tang Wutong said "there's no need to see me," there was still lingering entanglement and struggle hidden deep in her downcast eyes.

She simply didn't know how to face the father who had once been a pillar of strength in her heart, but now was tearing her soul apart with his own hands.

If she can't truly get over this, her inner turmoil will only intensify, trapping her in this inescapable state.

With that in mind, Huo Yuhao didn't hesitate and said directly, "Let's go see him."

Upon hearing this, Tang Wutong abruptly raised her head to look at him, a hint of surprise and hesitation flashing in her eyes.

Huo Yuhao met her gaze, his expression calm. "I'll go with you. It just so happens... I also have some questions I want to ask him in person."

Tang Wutong stared at him blankly for a long time, and finally nodded slowly, letting out a soft "Mmm".

When the door opened again, Huo Yuhao walked out holding Tang Wutong's hand.

Xiao Wu's gaze immediately fell on her daughter's face, and she examined her carefully.

Although her eyes were still slightly red and there was still a hint of fatigue between her brows, Tang Wutong looked much better than before, with a little more light in her eyes.

Xiao Wu felt a slight sense of relief, as if a long-held weight had been lifted from her shoulders.

She couldn't help but look at Huo Yuhao, her eyes filled with gratitude.

Tang Wutong walked up to her mother and looked at her face, which was slightly pale from days of worry, and a wave of sorrow welled up in her heart.

She then realized that she had been locking herself in her room lately, wallowing in her pain, and neglecting her mother's feelings.

Tang Wutong reached out and took her mother's hand, her fingertips applying slight pressure, and whispered, "Mom, let's go to the Heavenly Prison."

Everyone present knew perfectly well what they were going to do in the Heavenly Prison.

Xiao Wu didn't ask any further questions, but simply nodded, her expression calm yet tinged with complexity. "Okay, let's go together."

The Heavenly Prison in the Divine Realm is completely different from the dark and damp cages in the mortal world. It is not simple; the walls are clean and tidy, and it even exudes a sense of simplicity.

However, the furnishings were extremely simple; each cell was just a small room of less than ten square meters, with no extra decorations.

The Deity imprisoned in the Heavenly Prison have all their cultivation sealed. However, the God ' physical bodies are ultimately extraordinary, and with the nourishment of the rich Immortal Spirit Qi of the Divine Realm, even if they are imprisoned here, they will not suffer any harm to their lives without food or water.

But it is precisely this punishment of "losing freedom alone" that is the most agonizing torment for many Deity who are used to being high above others.

Tang San didn't take it seriously at first. In his view, it was just a matter of changing places to stay. With his composure and temperament, it wouldn't be difficult for him to stay quietly for a while.

But as the days went by, when he was truly confined to this cramped cell, unable to go anywhere or do anything, he gradually became restless.

He was once a supreme God King, able to decide the life and death of countless beings in the mortal realm with a single thought, and dominating the rise and fall of countless planes.

But now, he can't even step out of this space that's less than ten steps square.

The enormous disparity filled him with resentment and frustration, which gnawed at his patience day by day.