Ye Qifeng's Strength

Tang Hao braced himself on his single leg as he rose and spoke to Tang San:

"Let's go. The place where I last took you for secluded training isn't far from here. It won't take long to get there."

"From now on, you'll train there."

"Until you earn my approval, I'll put you through a series of special training sessions."

"Since you chose the path of a Spirit Master and boldly showed yourself before Spirit Hall, you no longer have any way back. You can only become stronger. Otherwise, you'll forever live like a rat in the shadows."

"When your cultivation reaches a level that satisfies me, I'll take you somewhere."

Tang Hao's deep voice continued to ring out.

Yet he failed to notice that the instant he stood up, Tang San seemed to freeze completely. The excitement in his eyes had already turned utterly blank.

By the campfire stood his father's familiar figure.

But when Tang San's gaze fell upon his father's left leg, his heart began to tremble uncontrollably.

The composure he had cultivated over more than ten years seemed to shatter at that moment.

His heart hurt so badly that he could barely breathe.

"Father, your leg..."

Tang San cried out in a trembling voice. His figure flashed as his trembling jaw carried him rushing toward Tang Hao.

At that moment, Tang Hao had already risen and stood motionlessly beside the campfire, but only one leg supported his body.

His entire left leg had been severed at the root.

The one standing there was actually a one-legged old man.

Seeing Tang San's suddenly violent reaction, Tang Hao was slightly stunned. A trace of melancholy flashed through his eyes, but he quickly concealed it.

Having lost an entire leg, Tang Hao was naturally grief-stricken. It could even be