Not long afterward, his father, Tang Wei, also passed away.
After losing so many loved ones in succession, even a tough, iron-willed man like Tang Xiao could not help but struggle to endure it.
As a result, he spent every day wearing a worried frown, growing increasingly haggard.
"Little San, what are you doing here so early in the morning?" Tang Xiao asked doubtfully.
Tang San, who had been cultivating, showed no trace of panic upon hearing Tang Xiao's voice.
He calmly rose to his feet and turned to Tang Xiao. "Dad, why are you here?"
"I heard from your mother that you've been running off early every morning lately. I was worried about your safety, so I came to take a look today."
As soon as he finished speaking, Tang Xiao frowned. "Right, Little San, were you cultivating just now? And why did your eyes turn purple earlier?"
At that moment, Tang Xiao's heart was filled with confusion. He had never taught Tang San how to cultivate.
Moreover, Tang San was only two and a half years old. His Martial Soul had not even awakened yet, so how could he possibly cultivate?
It simply defied common sense.
What puzzled him even more was that he had clearly seen Tang San's pupils turn purple earlier, only for them to become black again now. He had never heard of such a strange cultivation method.
Tang San put on the innocent expression of a child. "Yes, Dad. Not long ago, I dreamed of a being who called himself a God. He said I had good talent and taught me many things, including the technique I was cultivating just now. It's a technique for cultivating spiritual power."
As a God King who had lived for countless years, he naturally lied without changing expression.