Not only did he go hungry and cold, but as a child barely a few years old, he had to stand on a stool every day to cook and clean. He even had to swing a heavy hammer at the Blacksmith Shop to earn money!
And every miserable coin he earned had to go toward supporting his alcoholic father, Tang Hao, who spent every day dead drunk and cared about nothing!
"If it had been some other family's child, under such severe malnutrition and heavy physical labor, wouldn't they have long since become sallow and emaciated, or even died young?"
Tang San's fists slowly clenched before he realized it.
At that moment, Xue Bingchen's voice, as though it could pierce straight through one's heart, rang out beside Tang San's ear once more:
"Little San, think carefully."
"If you hadn't practiced that miraculous inner cultivation method from childhood, using inner strength to forcibly keep that frail body of yours going..."
Looking at Tang San, Xue Bingchen spoke words that were brutally cruel, yet incomparably true:
"I even suspect that you wouldn't have lived to the age of six to awaken your martial soul! You would have starved to death or worked yourself to death in that shabby Blacksmith Shop long ago!"
At those words.
Tang San's entire body shuddered violently, as if he had fallen into an ice pit!
A trace of extraordinarily complicated emotion, even carrying a suppressed resentment, silently flickered through the depths of his eyes...
Xue Bingchen stood with his hands behind his back, quietly watching Tang San before him.
Tang San had lowered his head. On that fair, handsome face, which had only just been refined by the Immortal Herb, an incomparably complex, conflicted, even pained expression intertwined.
His fists were clenched tightly, his knuckles faintly whitening