Tang San's Melancholy

Tang Hao was already thinking of leaving.

He couldn't find hope for revenge in his son, so he had to look elsewhere.

Tang Hao had secretly observed. The little girl named Yun was quite good, with Innate Full Soul Power and a powerful Scythe as her Martial Soul. It was a pity, but for him, she still wasn't enough.

Innate Full Soul Power?

Who wasn't Innate Full Soul Power?

But what did that matter?

Without Twin Martial Souls, there was no hope for revenge.

Ah Yin!

I've already wasted too much time!

The child has grown up, and it's time for me to leave and avenge you!

Tang Hao made up his mind.

Tang San naturally had no idea what Tang Hao was thinking. Seeing the disappointment in his father's eyes, he felt an immense pain in his heart.

Tang San didn't know what to say. In the end, he could only lower his head helplessly and head to the kitchen to get some porridge.

After he got the white porridge, Tang Hao said nothing, as if completely ignoring Tang San. After eating, he went back to his room to sleep.

Although it was the same as before, Tang San could clearly feel that his father was even colder towards him than before.

When did it start specifically?

It seemed to be after his Martial Soul awakened and he learned that his Martial Soul was Blue Silver Grass.

Tang San didn't understand.

Was it just because his Martial Soul was Blue Silver Grass?

Was it because he lost to Yun?

Why? Why was Tang Hao treating him like this!

He had been so obedient. Once he could control his body, he stood on a chair to cook for him, do his laundry, and take meticulous care of him.

He didn't ask for much, just a little bit of affection!

But no matter what he did, Tang Hao was like a heart of stone, unwilling to bestow even a shred of fatherly love. He wasn't even as good as Yun.

Yun would comfort him, make him happy, consider his feelings, worry about him not eating enough, and make him breakfast...

Compared to Tang Hao, Yun was more like his family.

At this moment, Tang San even began to doubt if Tang Hao was truly his father.

Lost in confusion, Tang San looked at the white porridge on the table with no appetite.

After sitting quietly for a moment, he put away the bowls and chopsticks and got up, preparing to go out for a walk. He wanted to be alone.

As soon as he left the village, a melodious call like a lark's song came from behind him.

"Little San Gege!"

Tang San turned around and saw Su Yun rushing towards him.

The girl was fast, reaching him in just two or three seconds. Perhaps because she ran too fast, her face was flushed. Before Tang San could ask, Su Yun handed him a small porcelain bottle.

"Little San Gege.

This is medicine for bruises and sprains.

Little San Gege went so easy on me.

I still hurt Little San Gege.

I'm really sorry."

As she spoke, Su Yun looked guilty and gently pointed to Tang San's arm with her hand, where there was a patch of bruised skin.

"Little San Gege must be in a lot of pain right now."

Tang San stared blankly at Su Yun. She bit her lip lightly, her face full of apology, but her eyes held deep concern.

Then he looked down at the small porcelain bottle in his hand.

Tang San's heart churned.

[Friendship Points from Tang San +101.]

[Friendship Points from Tang San +106.]

[Friendship Points from Tang San +111.]

??????

What the hell!

Although I had considered that delivering medicine might trigger a burst of friendship points, I never expected this much—a single wave exploded with 308 friendship points!

What is wrong with Little San Sheep?

Su Yun's heart began to surge with excitement as well. Originally intending to return home for dinner after the delivery, he now prepared to stay and investigate what was going on.

Tang San considered himself a strong person, but for some reason, ever since meeting Su Yun, he felt his threshold for tears had become incredibly low.

He felt like crying at the drop of a hat; it really wasn't very manly at all.

Tang San gripped the porcelain bottle tightly, and it took a great deal of effort to finally hold back and avoid crying in front of Su Yun again.

"Thank you, Xiao Yun."

"It's nothing."

Su Yun hurriedly declined.

"This is something I should have done anyway. After all, if it weren't for me, Little San Gege wouldn't have been injured."

Tang San naturally wouldn't choose to blame Su Yun, and he said quite candidly, "No, it's just that my skills were inferior."

Uh...

Faced with such a blunt admission, Su Yun didn't know how to respond and could only force a change of subject.

"By the way, Little San Gege, you seem to be in a bad mood.

Did something happen?

If you don't mind, you can confide in me."

With that direct question, looking into Su Yun's large, blinking eyes, Tang San almost blurted out all the grievances in his heart.

Unfortunately, it concerned his father, and Tang San subconsciously didn't want to burden Su Yun with these negative emotions. After all, the girl before him had lost both parents only two months ago. In the end, he forced a smile and kept it to himself.

"It's nothing, I just wanted to go out and be alone for a while."

"Oh."

Su Yun answered with feigned disappointment, but he was as clear as a mirror in his heart: Tang San was upset, and it had to be related to Tang Hao.

After all, in this Holy Soul Village, there weren't many people who could stir Tang San's state of mind besides Tang Hao.

Even Su Yun only managed it by relying on schemes; he knew his place compared to Tang Hao.

They were father and son, while he and Tang San had only known each other for a few months.

Yet, Su Yun couldn't fathom what they could be arguing about; the original story hadn't mentioned anything like this.

On the day Tang San revealed his Twin Martial Souls, Tang Hao should have shown his fatherly love, followed by a scene of filial piety.

But looking at Tang San now, it didn't look like that at all.

Although his mind was filled with countless doubts, Su Yun continued.

"Then I won't ask.

Since Little San Gege wants to be alone, I won't disturb you."

After saying this, he waved at Tang San and quickly walked away.

Watching Su Yun's disappearing figure, Tang San felt a sudden sense of loss.

He had clearly said he wanted to be alone, yet now that the person had left, he felt sad again. It was truly...

Tang San wanted to slap himself.

Shaking his head, his mind and heart a tangled mess, Tang San took a deep breath, activated his Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track to its limit, and dashed out of the village.

Tang San didn't know how far he had run; he only knew he kept running.

By the time he came to his senses, his Mysterious Heaven Skill was mostly exhausted, and a bright moon hung in the sky.

Tang San looked around in a daze, discovering he was in a forest. He didn't know which mountain he had run to, but he wasn't in a hurry to go back; after all, no one at home would be worried about him.

Leaping onto a large tree, Tang San sat on a branch. Leaning against the trunk, he stared at the moon in the sky. A gust of evening wind blew past, making him shiver.

However, compared to his body, his heart was even colder.

He thought of his past life, then thought of his current one.

He let out a long sigh.

At the same time, under a large tree not far from Tang San.

Su Yun, who had followed him the whole way, watched Tang San sighing on the branch, and a background melody subconsciously played in his head.

"I don't hate, and I don't cry, my tears have long since run dry~"