"Father."
Tang San turned around and immediately saw Tang Hao's tall figure. Warmth surged through his heart, and his gaze filled with even deeper familial affection.
He had lived for over half a year in this desolate waterfall valley, surrounded by towering mountains that pierced the clouds.
When thirsty, he drank water; when hungry, he could only eat fruit. On top of that, cultivation was dull and monotonous.
If his father had not been by his side, he might not have been able to endure it.
"Mm."
Tang Hao nodded faintly, withdrew his hand, then turned and stood beside the pool. His gaze fell upon the waterfall cascading like a silver river, and his usually stern expression suddenly changed.
Tang San turned to look at Tang Hao and was surprised to find an undisguised tenderness on his father's weathered, aged face.
Following his gaze downward, Tang San's eyes landed on the still half-dead Blue Silver Grass cradled in Tang Hao's hands, and his expression could not help turning strange.
Even now, he did not quite understand why his father was so devoted to a stalk of Blue Silver Grass, always keeping it by his side.
Although his father had once said that it was related to his mother, no matter how he looked at it, it was merely an ordinary Blue Silver Grass without any special qualities.
Tang San was full of doubts, but it was not something he could bring himself to say. He could only bury them in his heart for now.
After standing there in a daze for a moment, Tang Hao seemed to notice Tang San's gaze. He immediately came back to himself, his expression turning serious as he slowly turned toward Tang San.
"How is your Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer practice coming along?"
Hearing his