Brother Hao, No!

"Tang Sanmei, you are one ruthless person!"

Two days had passed since the spirit awakening, and Tang Yin looked at Tang Sanmei, who was sitting across from him sipping porridge, with a strange expression.

With just a slight move, she had instantly shattered Tang Hao's defenses, causing him to run away from home and remain missing to this day.

"Brother, why aren't you eating? Why are you staring at Sanmei?" Tang Sanmei felt a bit embarrassed under his gaze. Her earlobes turned slightly red as she touched her lips, finding no stray grains of rice.

"It's nothing. I just feel that all these years of doting on you haven't gone to waste!"

Tang Yin meant this from the bottom of his heart. Thinking back to what happened two days ago, he added, "Although the old man is unreliable, I actually share his thoughts regarding the work-study student position. You are indeed more suited to go than I am."

"Brother!" Tang Sanmei set down her porcelain bowl, her expression anxious.

"Look, you're getting worked up again!" Tang Yin crossed his arms over his chest.

Tang Yin ultimately managed to handle Tang Sanmei by relying on his years of authority as an elder brother and his silver tongue.

As for Tang Hao, who had been silenced and defeated by a single sentence from Tang Sanmei, he was currently standing at the entrance of an alley in Heaven Dou City, draped in a tattered hooded robe, gazing at a prosperous building in the distance.

"Moonlight Pavilion, I never expected it to look exactly the same as it did in my memories!"

Tang Hao's voice was low. The image of the little girl who used to love trailing behind him surfaced in his mind, and then his figure flickered and vanished from the spot.

Moonlight Pavilion Attic

This was the private quarters of the Moonlight Pavilion owner, Tang Yuehua, and unauthorized personnel were generally not permitted to enter.

At this moment, a beautiful woman was sitting before a vanity mirror brushing her hair. A luxurious, tight-fitting gown outlined her exquisite and curvaceous figure. Her brows and eyes, which bore a slight resemblance to Tang Sanmei's, were filled with a look of sorrow.

"Yuehua!"

The sudden voice from behind startled Tang Yuehua, and she stood up instantly, looking toward the space behind the curtains.

"Yuehua, it's me!" Tang Hao slowly stepped out from behind the curtains, raising his hands to pull back his hood, revealing his disheveled, bearded, and down-and-out appearance.

"Hao? Is that you, Brother Hao!"

Tang Yuehua covered her mouth with both hands, her vision instantly blurred by tears. Her reddened eyes were filled with disbelief.

"It's me!" Tang Hao looked at his younger sister, who was nearing middle age yet still appeared to be in her late twenties, and felt a wave of emotion in his heart.

"You actually know how to come and see me!"

Once Tang Yuehua confirmed that the person before her was indeed the Brother Hao she had been longing for, her face shifted from surprise to a mix of sorrow and playful resentment. She stepped forward and hugged Tang Hao, not minding his sweaty, grimy state in the slightest.

"Where have you been all these years!" Leaning against Tang Hao's broad chest, Tang Yuehua spoke in a reproachful tone, her small fists repeatedly hammering his chest.

Facing Tang Yuehua's behavior—which felt less like anger and more like acting spoiled—the usually expressionless Tang Hao finally revealed a hint of doting, his hand instinctively stroking her hair.

The two remained in this position for a long time until Tang Yuehua's heart finally calmed down. Feeling a bit embarrassed, she pushed Tang Hao away, stepped back to the table, picked up a teapot, and poured some water.

"Speak! You never visit without a reason. You've disappeared for so many years, so you surely didn't come to see me just to rekindle our sibling bond!"

Tang Yuehua had returned to her usual graceful and noble demeanor, though her still-reddened eyes betrayed the vulnerable side of the woman beneath.

"Uh... this..." Hearing Tang Yuehua's teasing, Tang Hao opened his mouth, finding it difficult to speak for a moment.

"Pfft~" Seeing Tang Hao like this, Tang Yuehua couldn't help but laugh.

"When did we siblings become so long-winded? Just say what you need to say. As long as your little sister can do it, I certainly won't let Brother Hao down!"

The Clear Sky Douluo, who in her eyes had always been fearless and heroic, was now acting so bashful before her, which truly piqued her curiosity.

Tang Hao was about to speak, but he seemed to realize something and glanced at his surroundings.

Seeing this, Tang Yuehua straightened her expression and said, "Rest assured, this is the highest attic of the Moonlight Pavilion. No one will approach without my permission."

"This is a long story..." Tang Hao nodded, no longer bashful, and proceeded to tell Tang Yuehua about his children's spirit awakening.

He spoke fluently for several minutes, covering everything from Tang Yin's Sharp-Tailed Swift and Tang Sanmei's Twin Martial Souls—Blue Silver Grass and Clear Sky Hammer—to the conflict between the siblings over the work-study student quota.

"That is how things stand. I originally thought that since revenge was hopeless in this life, it would be better for the two of them to live as ordinary people in peace, but I never expected Sanmei to be a genius who awakened Twin Martial Souls!"

As Tang Hao said this, he seemed to take pride in it, sitting down carelessly and picking up the tea Tang Yuehua had just poured, his expression inadvertently showing a hint of self-satisfaction.

"Brother Hao, don't—" Tang Yuehua, who had been listening with great interest, saw Tang Hao pick up the cup to drink mid-sentence and tried to stop him, but it was already too late.

"Hiss~ hah~" Accustomed to gulping down drinks, Tang Hao downed the boiling tea in one go. He then gasped, his face instantly flushing red, his mouth hanging open as he panted like an ox.

"Brother Hao, are you alright! It's all my fault; I should have warned you beforehand." Tang Yuehua looked pained, her tone filled with deep self-reproach.

"No, I'm fine! I'll be better in a moment." After all, he was a Title Douluo; his body was far stronger than an ordinary person's, and a bit of hot water wouldn't hurt him. Tang Hao waved his hand to signal he was fine.

Seeing this, Tang Yuehua finally breathed a sigh of relief. She realized she had been worried over nothing; her Brother Hao was not a waste like her, unable to break through level ten. A dignified Title Douluo could hardly be injured by hot water; at most, he would be uncomfortable for a while.

"Consider it a lesson for a wanderer who left for years without a word!" Tang Yuehua revealed a hint of playfulness that didn't match her age.

Tang Hao had recovered by now, and hearing his sister's complaint, he could only smile sheepishly. "Right, where was I?"

"You were talking about my nephew's Sharp-Tailed Swift spirit and my niece's Blue Silver Grass and Clear Sky Hammer!" Tang Yuehua glared at Tang Hao before getting back to business.

"Right, the two siblings have an excellent relationship and neither wants the other to suffer a loss, so I thought, since I'm sending one, I might as well send both. It would be better for them to enroll together."

"That's wonderful! Just like us back then!" A look of deep nostalgia flashed across Tang Yuehua's face as she heard this. The three of them had been just as close, but unfortunately, they had eventually gone their separate ways because of a woman.

Tang Hao fell silent for a moment, but then he revealed a faint smile. "Come to think of it, although Sanmei's personality is like Ah Yin's, her brows and eyes do resemble yours somewhat. They say a nephew takes after his uncle and a niece after her aunt; the ancients did not deceive me."

"Oh? I really must find time to meet my dear niece."

Hearing this, Tang Yuehua felt an involuntary sense of closeness toward the niece she had never met, before her thoughts shifted to Tang Yin.

"Speaking of which, the siblings don't have an uncle, so Brother Hao, who do you think my nephew Tang Yin resembles?" Although it was only a brief exchange, the perceptive Tang Yuehua felt that Tang Hao hadn't said much about his son, Tang Yin, and even when the conversation inevitably touched upon him, he had glossed over it.

"Him..." Tang Hao's tone carried a hint of an indescribable meaning.