Tang Hao led Tang San westward, crossing countless mountains and rivers before finally stopping deep within a remote mountain range rarely visited by anyone.
Tang San stood behind his father and followed his gaze, holding his breath at the sight before him.
A massive waterfall poured down from a hundred-meter cliff, like a strip of silver silk hanging between the verdant mountains.
The thunderous roar of the falling water filled the air, throwing up a mist that formed a brilliant rainbow over the pool under the sunlight.
The pool was jade-green and bottomless.
Ancient trees towered all around, with vines tangled everywhere.
The air was moist and fresh, carrying a faint fragrance of flowers and water vapor.
This place seemed cut off from the outside world, like a fairyland.
Tang Hao stood before the waterfall, his burly body trembling slightly.
"Ah Yin, I'm back. I brought our son to see you."
Tang San's heart tightened as he looked at his father's lonely back, unsure of what to say.
He looked around, but saw no grave or marker of any kind.
"Dad, where is Mom... buried?"
Tang Hao raised a hand and pointed at the massive waterfall.
"Your mother is behind the waterfall. Follow me."
As soon as he finished speaking, Tang Hao leaped up and charged toward the waterfall.
Tang San hurried after him.
The two passed through the thick curtain of water, and the view before them suddenly opened up.
Behind the waterfall was a broad moss-covered rock wall.
Vines hung from the wall, with droplets of water falling from them.
Yet beneath the cover of those vines, a narrow entrance could vaguely be seen.
Tang Hao pushed aside the vines and entered first.
Tang San followed closely behind.
Beyond the entrance was a short passage.
At the end